sigh Hoboy...This is about my school's uber golden boy. His name's Mike. He almost always gets the lead in the school musicals (and it's no wonder because his singing voice is orgasmic), he has a perfect body (it's almost scary how perfect), is a great stage actor(I ran tech. for the last drama show and I loved watching him on stage, he was great), is flirty as hell, takes AP classesand won the official title of Mr. Seabreeze(our highschool)in last year's contest. We share a lot of the same friends (the theatre kids, ya know, lol) (theatre kids rock the sock drawer btw) but I've only spoken to him like twice, it's kind of frustrating because we actually have a lot in common from what I've been told and seen (a love for Dave Matthews for one). I gave up having any feelings for him whatsoever for a while but it's difficult, I mean no one earns the title Golden Boy without a reason, am I right?

Rag Doll Woes

When you stare at me

Your eyes play like

Fingers on ivory keys

Over my entire body

I feel tossed around

Whenever you’re nearby

I confessed too long ago

That it wasn’t you I wanted

So why now

These desires?

I feel like a marionette

On the heartstrings of a classical quartet

Why do you have to be so fucking cliché?

You weren’t always I know

These are my little secrets

Little sparkling kindred bits of dew on the green blades

Of my morning glory mind

I remember staring at that silver stage

Years before the estrogen messes beside me were swooning

I remember my heart swelling

And feeling your voice roar out

Ripping and roaring right through my own lungs

I remember how deep my breath got

Like you were touching me already

I remember feeling

Excited

Turned on

Perfect for you

I remember him whispering secrets to me

He said you would be bad for me,

That you would never satisfy

He made me promise not to even try

But tell tale eyes and a smile I know is fake

(they must see it too, can’t they?)

Are all it takes

And then you stare at me

The same way I can’t keep my eyes off of you

I wonder if you might ever think about me too

You’re pure passion

On fire for dreams

And so much talent I could burst

You’re a fantasy for hormones

A great package all wrapped up

Ready for sale on a shelf of broken music boxes

You’re empty too,

I can see that much

And you know there’s more out there

Just waiting for you to sink your teeth into

And you want it

Just like me

I’m thinking you let that pretty little mind of yours wander

When your eyes batter me around

And I’ve got rag doll woes