Submitted by alabasterarchangel last March 7th 2007, 07:03 AM

I don't ask that you love me
Or love who I am
Or love what I do
I don't ask you to emulate me
Or imitate me
Or parody me
I don't ask you to support me
Or defend me
Or admire me
All I ask of you is
Don't
Hate
Me

Please.

I love you.

Submitted by alabasterarchangel last March 7th 2007, 06:03 AM

Why is it
That whenever the phone rings
I tremble?

Why is it
That I am nervous
At the mention of his name?

Why is it
That my heart thunders
When I see him?

Why is it
That I shiver when I think
Of what may come to pass?

Why is it
That I fear
That I can never please him?

Why is it
That this man-child
Has such power over me?

Submitted by alabasterarchangel last March 7th 2007, 06:03 AM

I came to her party with him
We were prepared for an awkward reception
"Who is he?" she asked, sipping a martini
"Who do you think?" I answered, nonchalant
"A friend?" she guessed, her glass still.
"More than," I replied, and speared a grape.
For a moment she was speechless.
Then she exclaimed, "Do you mean-"
"Does it come as a shock?"
"Well, I don't know…I -"
"Am not surprised?" I finished for her.
"What will I tel

Submitted by alabasterarchangel last March 7th 2007, 01:03 AM

I used to like
Late nights
Up
By myself
With nothing better to do than
Think
About everything
And nothing
At the same time
(Perhaps)

I didn't have to spend
My nights
Alone
I know
But I liked it
(Then)

Now, though
I wonder
Who I could spend them with
And I think
I know.

I know
But I dare'’t say it.
You w