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A free verse is supposed to be a poem that doesn't necessarily rhyme that just pours your emotions onto a piece of paper or a xanga entry as the case may be. They also tend to suck. Well... not all of them... but this one probably will.

So is it over?
Is this what I looked forward to everyday?
The happiness, the love, the fear, and the pain.
I was afraid I wasn't good enough but you said I was.
I was so happy every time you put your arms around me.
Every time you kissed me, every time I felt your warm embrace.
I melted in you arms each day and dreamed of us each night.
I love the way you touched me. The way your eyes sparkled
even when you were angry. You told me I was beautiful.
I was afraid you would get bored with me. You said no way.
You said you didn't like me, you loved me. Is it, was it ever true?
Maybe I was blinded by what I thought was love?
Maybe. I was fooled into thinking someone cared.
But I'd do it again just to be with you. I'll play your fool.
I'll be the loser in this game falling deeper into insanity,
farther away from and out of love's grasp.
© 2005

Tada. Yup I know it sucked ass. It's just how I feel.One minute you say you love me, you kiss me, and we go to class. Three hours later you're yelling at me to get away from you. You hangout all week with a girl you've been bashing like hell. You go to a play and make up with your ex who you just called a bitch earlier this week saying if she wants you back that's Bullshit and funny as hell. If you loved me you wouldn't have yelled at me. If you loved me you'd talk to me. If you loved ME you'd say so.

Remember... August 23, 2005...... September 12, 2005...... October 9, 2005...... October 23, 2005...... November 27, 2005...... December 11, 2005...... December 14, 2005..... Is it over?