gill2001_

Hey thanks for following me your poems sound extraordinary. 
          I hope you will get a chance to check out my work.
          -Eve :)

i’m holding on so tightly, my fingers are turning white.
          
          i don’t know how much longer i can hold on,
          
          but i am afraid,
          
          that if i let you go,
          
          you won’t stay. 
          
          S.G.

So I posted a poem on my book called 'Things He Will Never Say To Me' but when I try to read it, nothing shows up except for the picture and the title. I wasn't sure if the same happened to the readers so I'm posting the poem here just in case. Enjoy! :)
          
          
          Things He Will Never Say To Me
          "i like your eyes"
          "you belong with me"
          "darling, you are a wonder"
          "i love your laugh"
          "i like you"
          "you're different, i like it"
          "i wanna be your forever"
          "you're beautiful"
          "i want to replace your pain with happiness"
          "you're worth it"
          "can i touch your soul?"
          "i can't live without you"
          "i want you back"
          "i was jealous"
          "i want you"
          "you're mine"
          "i need you"
          "i love you"

They were strange, the others were. They depended on it. Like animals do on flesh. Like a hungry child, who depends on every last morsel of food. They never stopped to even consider not having it present. Not being dependent. The couldn't have chosen something else, something different to survive on? NO. These morons chose the hardest thing to find in today's world.  Dependent? On a feeling? Ah, but he had avoided all empathy. He would survive. Surpass the others' life span. But there was a tiny piece of his being that wondered. Wondered day and night. As the stars disappeared from view, he would be laying in bed, that small bit controlling him. Lying in his own warmth, he would wonder, wonder what love felt like.

"I feel like someone is staring at me." She whispered halfway through her presentation. Then she a got a very familiar look on her face, her scared one. The one she got before she started crying. The whole class immediately turned and started glaring at him, urging him to leave the class with the murderous looks in their eyes. She was still at the front of the classroom, a blank look on her face as she stared at the back of the room. He sighed and walked out of the room reluctantly. She snapped out of her 'trance,' as some called it and finished her presentation perfectly with no flaws, and no memory of what had happened just moments before. The teacher sighed, he felt sorry for the poor girl. She hadn't been the same since that boy had broken her.

so last night, it was like midnight, and i had just gotten into bed, the window was open. just as i was about to go to sleep, i heard what sounded like tiny little  pebbles being thrown at my window. it took a while, but i finally realized that it was raining! so to prevent water from coming in i closed the window. but before i closed it all the way, i stopped for a second and just looked outside. it was so magical, the rain and how quiet it was... it just really just made me forget everything for a moment.