Part 3

"Thank you for the night." She said at the corner of her street. "But my mom really cannot see me with a guy." The steps she took seemed more like bounces.
"Wait!" I yelled, "Can we have a second date?" A grin with all her teeth showing crossed her face.
"Yeah, of course!"
"Where?"
"I know this candy shop on the corner of Washington Street and Addison Road."
"Will Saturday next week work?"
"Yes!" Running towards me, she looked like a bird that could just take off at any moment. She jumped right into my arms. Gently, timidly, she placed her lips on mine. Standing there, on the corner, at an ungodly hour, I kissed her with no regrets. She was the girl I was already planning my future with.
"Bye! See you at school." She dashed off, looking almost embarrassed that she managed to work up the nerve to kiss me. When I got home that night, my mom could tell that I had a wonderful night even if she didn't read my Facebook status that said "WONDERFUL night!!".
Monday, I sat by her at school, even though my friends begged me to sit with them. She talked with me about so many things. Those eyes of hers that I loved so much never once left my eyes. Everything she told me she was passionate about. She was passionate about painting and painted her own walls at least twice a year. Soccer was another one of her passions. Without my knowledge she was on the soccer team for our school.
"So... do you know about me any?"
"No. Well, I know you have porn under your mattress." When my jaw dropped, she continue, "Most guys our age do. That's why they're evil." She kissed me, though, as though to say sorry.

Another One

How many
Bad poems
can one love
have?

How many more
until I'm beyond
over you??

I can't get it out
of my head:
you used to love me.

I've always loved you.
Why couldn't we be?

Then I could love
myself,
and eat,
and not cut.

I think
FATE
wishes we were.

But we aren't
and won't be
because it's not fair.

Alex's note:
What is there to say anymore??

There's noo, no such thing as too young.

I make the plans, to drive to your house late at night, when my sense says that you're hurting. I'll bang on the door. If a parent answers, I'll run to your room and hold you. I'll sing to you if my voice isn't trashed from past mistakes. When you stop, I'll simply leave because the only thing I'll want to say is "I love you," and you don't love me. So what would the point be? I'll leave, wishing you still did, because I've loved you since I was five, wanted to kiss you since I was eight, and want to be yours.

Note from Alex:
Sorry that it's crummy. It was hard to write. Because I couldn't cry.

loneliness

I hate this bed,
it's too big for just me.

It's lonely
and makes me wish you were here,
to hold me.

Wince at the scars,
tell me you love me.

Only..you don't.
And that makes the room
seem larger,
emptier.

Notes from Alex:
At night, I get soo lonely. It's suffocating.

Sorry if This is Terrible. I wrote it half-asleep.

His arms wrapped around him, and honestly, he didn't care that the blood stained his shirt. They were fighting again. It was worse than any pain he had caused himself. Shaking, he slipped off the black silk on his bed and onto the minty carpet.
Spots of bright red stood out on the minty-green. Mother would kill him for sure, but that didn't even rouse him to move. Being too tired and empty of life, even, he let down the walls for a moment and began sobbing.

Note from Alex:
Half-asleepness.

Continuation of "Fun With Dialogue"

"Sorry I'm late." The girl in a beige-yellow dress with pale flowers on it was not the same girl that I sat with that day at lunch. She couldn't have been...but she was. A little bit of make-up covered her face, and instead of falling all over her face it was pulled into a loose ponytail. The look on her face was pure excitement.
"May I ask why you're," I glanced at my watch, "thirty minutes late?" Her head snapped to the ground and a blush covered her cheeks. Finally, her eyes flickered up to me, the blush faded, and a wicked grin consumed that face of hers.
"Had to wait for Mommy to fall asleep." At that moment, right there under some dirty streetlight that was trying to burst into life, I realized how much she wanted to have a nice night with me. All plans that I had went out the window. Grabbing her hand, though, made her pleasantly surprised. Leading her throughout the town, I pointed to my favorite places to go. At a bar, when I pointed to it, she stared at it, eyes wide.
"Can we go in?" She asked, excitement filling her voice. I didn't think there would be any harm in taking her in, so I led her in. Fascination filled her eyes. The gents around stared back at her, just as curious about her as she was of them.
"Who's the lovely lass?" The bartender asked.
"Hello," she put her hand out. "I'm Storm." A smile filled every inch of her.
"Well, Storm, it's a pleasure to meet you." He took her hand and shook it. A low, low snarl came out of my throat.
"She's with me, James."
"I know, I know. You always find the loveliest of ladies." A purr came out of him. Storm didn't seem to realize that everyone around her changed shape around the time of a full moon or were already part animal. She simply seemed attracted to the bar itself.
"Let's get you home, Storm." I reached an arm around her shoulders and led her out. Still, over my shoulder, I heard James purr again.

Note:
Continued.
I like James. He's a rivalll~

Something's Always Wrong

When, I look in the mirror,
the girl looks wrong,
like something is off.

She doesn't look how I feel,
so I change it,
see if it can be right.

Her nose,
eyes,
and lips are mine.

The colors, though,
see off.

And so I
change it,
over and over.

Still,
something is
wrong.

Note from Alex:
I always feel this way. No matter what I change.