Emeline_Desires

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Once you are a boy on boy fan... You see perfectly slashes every where.

A bunch of girls getting ready to sleep.

Spider: I better go down and freak them out.

Me: AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

friends: thought you were being murdered.

-True story. Sunday night me and my friends were going to sleep at 3 in the morning, a spider popped out of no where and was right in front of my face. 

Maybe it's the way I walk
that makes them
think I like....
boys.

Girl Friend: What are your guy's fetishes?
Friend: I don't know
Me: I don't AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

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Friends: We thought you were being murdered!
Me: SPIDER, SPIDER SPIDEEERRRR.

Talking to guy friend about pansexuality
Guy friend: Ladies first.
Girl Friend: Okay
Me: I don’t care about gender, get in front of me!
Guy friend: Sounded like you were talking about having s*x.

Me:Leans on guy friend
Guy friend: Ew, your boobs are touching me.
Me:turns and rubs boobs on his arm

I am broken,
Never to be fixed again.
There are parts of me,
More dead then alive.
 
Ever know,
What it’s like,
To die a million times over,
But still be alive?
 
My heart should have stopped,
Like my emotions did.
Way back when.
 
Your words still sting,
They keep me from
Adventuring again.
 
I am alone,
But it is not in vain.
It’s too keep the similar pain
Away.
 
A sorry,
Isn’t always worth it.
There are pros,
And there are cons.
In this case,
I chose to say goodbye.
 
You told,
You tattled,
You shattered me again.
I no longer feel so safe,
In the idea that was my safe
Haven.
 
Now high school is a coffin,
filled with dead days.
I can't break out of my 
broken ways.

Why did you think it was funny,
to use someone?
Someone with feelings,
emotions,
loves, hopes, pains?

I needed a best friend,
someone to rely on.
Someone to tell me,
not to take those pills,
not to wrap a a blanket 
around my neck,
and pull so hard
that I'd have permanent brain damage.

I NEEDED someone.
I believed you were that someone.
But you weren't.
And now I'm still here.
Still fighting.
Still working to live,
to breathe.
To not be broken again...

I guess it's the people you trust the most

that hurt you.

-10 likes and I'll send this to my ex-"best friend"...

Who cyber bullied me last year.
That told me I was worthless when I already wanted to die.
Who said "sorry" stupidly over facebook.
Who told on me when I swore at her on facebook.
Who got me in trouble at school when it had nothing to do with school.
Who ruined me.

Big City Streets

Different people,
different places,
the possibility,
is endless.

To be anyone,
and no one
important
is breath taking.

Ever notice,
the people you pass by
could be anyone.
They could be a criminal,
a pauper,
a paper back writer.

The things a person could be endless,
they could be suicidle,
they could be LGBT,
they could be sterile,
they could be happy to be a parent
they could be loved,
they could have hope that would
make you cry.

What do you think of,
when you pass me on the streets?
Do I look ugly,
do I look pretty?
Do you even notice me
at all?

Ever wonder,
the story behind the person.
Like the girl who rush's through the crowd,
ever late and ever lonely.
The boy who stands still,
and takes it all in,
he's depressed, in need to impress
that beautiful girl who runs through the crowds,
never looking back and always moving forward.

Ever wonder 
about who you pass by,
on these big city streets?

Now I am a He.

Hello there,
we've obviously met before.
Another time,
another name, 
of course.

Call me George,
this time around.
Don't you get it?
I'm male now.

Shake my hand,
don't be afraid now.
You knew the girl 
I once was,
So why don't you,
Want to know
The man I'm now?

Smile now,
Don't be afraid.
The breasts are gone,
but they weren't me anyways.
I'm still me.
Just now George.

Don't look at me that way,
I'm human,
all the same!
Just because we met,
in another time,
another place,
with me under another name,
doesn't mean you don't know me.

Common,
Understand,
Please?
For me?
I'm not unnatural.
Don't treat me like
I'm crazy!
This is me,
and I am a he.

Forget that time,
That place,
that other name!
I am her,
and she is me,
But now it's all under HE.

Oh,
Your leaving now?
Can't handle the
fact that,
under another time,
another name,
another place,
I was another s_x?
I was George then,
And I'm George now.
Just a little open.

Goodbye,
I guess you just can't get it.
That girl,
was me.
And now
I'm a he.