Warrior Cats: The Four Clans

so i guess it's a good time to tell you how i am really feeling if you would ever listen. i've tried again and again to make you listen and i'm starting to give up. i know i shouldn't care so much, that if you won't listen now you never will, but i'm being drawn in by the sexually magnetic forces of your eyes that look like they were dipped in chocolate and your little nose that leaves me wondering where my bones have gone. i'm wobbling on two legs and landing on four, and i'm shaking and shaking, suffocating in the tight wrap of thick skin. i was never any good at math, but i know i'm minus a body organ and divided in half.

so i guess it's a good time to tell you how i am really feeling if you're never gonna listen. i wish i had more to tell you, but it's just too simple for you. you'll never understand because you're drowning green-eyed girls with one-word sentences and one-month relationships. and we see right through you. we know you don't love us. but we pretend we believe you anyways because we know you pretending to love us is better than us pretending to love you. someone, oh, someone pull me out of this hopeless pit that he's dunking me in. i'm gasping for breath but i can't stop breathing his name out in bubbles.

so i guess it's a good time to tell you how i am really feeling if you would ever pretend to listen. you know i'm losing too many chances, so i'm just gonna say it: i'm shattered glass and breath mints after school waiting for you to kiss me. i'm leaking eyes and turning to mirrors and cursing your name. i won't breathe again until you return my deflated lungs and i'm falling into pieces that can't be put back together and i'm burning in your last words. i'm burning and burning for falling in love and falling into... nothing. there's nothing here. i'm falling into nothing. i'm just falling, and falling, and falling- oh, won't someone hold out their arms?

and i just guess it's a good time to end this story, so i'll tell you how i've kept a pulse: i've lost everything i've ever earned except for the sky, and so i turn my head towards it and i pray just as hard as i can and only as long as he will listen. and i'm praying that i don't burn in the flames, i'm praying for him to hold out his arms, i'm praying that he will listen longer than the poem you didn't read.

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i had to write this last night in order to be able to get to sleep.