We were. What Will We Become? I take it all back..

I bite on my nails all the time now.

Just thinking.

I've got a heart of iron and a will of glass, and I love you too damn much for my resolve to ever last. So I tell myself, this time I'll mean it when I quit, but I care too much to ever go through with it.

Inspired by Avenged Sevenfold.

Comparisons and descriptions of the sanity-erroding symptoms of the oh-so-common Heart-Sickness.. and all of its emotionally, physically and mentally debilitating side effects.

From the viewpoint of a girl, cheating on her boyfriend. Pleas R&R.

I think it's quite interesting..please read and tell me if you think so!

A woman reflects on an affair.

Take it however you take it... honestly I don't care anymore. I'm sick of everything so messed up, sick of everyone ignoring me and taking me for granted. Just looking for some release, and this is the easiest way.

...read the title.... R&R plz. U review me, I review u.

What if i wanted to be your only, your everything?

I remember when things were pretty.

...life?leave a review need to know how im doing, thanks

Family/Romance. Not a common category. On one hand, this is a tribute to my parents' generation; on the other, it is a reminder that love is the same now as it was then.

I'll sit with my crayons and make you a gift, a paper heart from me to you. Please be gentle, becuase it might break. But if it does? I'll clean it up and give it back to you.

Cheating love, sin and lust.

Written from the view of a cheating lover. It was for a school project and made in a few minutes.

Complete Everyone knows it's tough moving away, but maybe it's tougher being the person left behind. After two of her best friends move away, Katie Draper wants only two things: to leave them behind and popularity.

A poem about feeling like you have to put up an act just to be accepted. For anyone whose pretended to be something thy're not, just to be accepted.

This poem is really about nothing it is just really random.

An idiotic exercise - There's some sense in it, but I doubt anyone will catch it.

A short funny poem written about a toilet.

What is this feeling? It tickles at you. Can it be? It is indeed very odd. Why does it happen? Does anybody know?

These is a poem about my boyfriend's hands and how they've touched me physically and emotionally

Based on the Kathy Lette book of the same name - about cheating on a lover (kinda personal experience as well, but mostly about the book).

my cheating heart