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Dear Stranger, I'm leaving this post-it tucked in the side of the train-seat. If you're reading this, you've seen it. I've seen you sit here every few Monday mornings, sometimes tapping a bent, unlit cigarette against your thigh, sipping from your tea (who brings a tea cup onto a train anyway?); sometimes staring at the rain outside, or reading your well-worn, beaten copy of Jane Eyre (I hate that you fold the corners down - it's bibliophilic abuse. I wish the book would papercut you to defend itself a little, but I digress). You seemed so sad this Monday morning past. Please smile again. I love it when your eyes catch the light of something

I unbutton you, kiss by kiss. I untie you, touch by touch. I unzip you, rib by rib.           I unfasten you, moment by moment.

One of the first things I ask people when trying to get to know them is, "What's your favorite color?" I can name the favorite color of every person I've ever had a crush on, every close friend or any interesting person I've met over the last two years. I forget names all the time, I forget important dates, favorite song titles or the day we met, but I never forget colors. Maybe it says something about my character that such a superficial detail matters to me the way it does, but I even have trouble saying I know people well if I don't know their favorite color. Needless to say, the day someone couldn't give me that distinction put me throug

Am I pretty now, with horrid wounds all over these arms? I did it just for you. Am I pretty now, with this blood stained chest? I ripped my heart out just for you. Does that scare you? Am I pretty now, with these black stains trickling down my cheeks? I love you so much. Am I pretty now, when I scream out your name? I just want you to be near me. Why do I scare you? I loved you with all my heart. I even trusted my heart with you, but you just foolishly tossed it aside. So now I will show you. I will show you the pain and suffering you put me through. Does it hurt? All I want to know is, am I pretty now?

What Twilight taught us: - Teenage pregnancy annd marriage doesn't ruin your whole life at all kids. - Even if they are really friendly and nice to you, don't be nice to nerds. They possess the evil power of logic! - If some one is watching you at night, ask them to a meadow! - When your boyfriend leaves you, turn emo and never fall for any one else, even if they are everything a girl could ever want. - If your baby is killing you, don't get an abortion! - Once you have a boyfriend, cut yourself off from all civilisation. - Don't go out with some one based on personality, if their hot, go for it! - Looks are everything, have I mention

i love you you, i love i can love you love, can i, you? i can love you when the sun is barely risen. when barely love can rise i adore you like the rain on the porch steps. rain can wither my spirit but still will i love. you will be the tempest of the storm, the torrent of rain that breaks, but love you, i will. a blade of grass broken under foot will be bent sorrowful, but will heal like a solemn heart. a broken heart will be sorrowful, but will heal as solemn as a trampled blade of grass. and when bent or trampled is my heart, for you it will heal. for you, i love. love, i, for you. forever will be how long you and i will