My back really hurts.

and no, i'm not too young for that.

Sometimes, I just want to tell you to SHUT UP.

Never a compliment.  Always pointing out what's wrong.

Why would I have any motivation for you if that's all I get?

I don't.

The End.

This is my first post, but I'm feeling compelled to write something. I won't use this blog for anything more than to "jot" down my feelings.

Those eyes.

Usually cold, and uncaring.

but at times like these

they lust.

You touch me

I shiver

not used to the feeling of someone else

I look up

those eyes.

they pierce my soul.

I take it in,

knowing it will not last long,

knowing it will be sometime before it happens again

I shame myself

out of love.

That word.

Love.

so deep, but yet meaningless at times.