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AspergersYou tease him.
Lie to him.
And he takes it all.
He doesn't understand. Or maybe he does and doesn't let on. He always has been one to want attention.
No. That was wrong. Not attention. He wants friends. He wants people who don't make fun of how he dresses or the things he likes. He wants people who don't egg him on for a laugh or call him names and make fun of his (often less than socially acceptable) mannerisms.
He doesn't see where he is wrong though! Oh, no. He can't tell when an appropriate time to make goofy faces is, or how Nazi jokes aren't very funny when in serious discussion. He doesn't know that words like "fag" and "retard" are not words he should be throwing around so casually, especially when they are the same words people call him.
I have tried to teach him these things. And I will continue to. People will make fun of me
I AM WHO I AM!I am Bisexual
Don't like it?
Good for you
cause I dont care what you think
I am Gothic
I am Emo
I am A nerd
but who gives a shit?
I sure as hell don't!
Respect me for WHO I am
Or don't bother talking to me
Cause I will NEVER change
Never have, and never will
I am Bisexual
I am proud to be one
Don't like it?
GOOD for you
I love a guy
I love a girl
It is MY life
NOT yours to control
So don't bother judging me
cause I don't care what you think
I am WHO I am
and thats NEVER gonna change
ClingyI know I'm clingy.
I'm know I'm needy.
I'm so afraid to let you go.
So afraid that if I do you'll leave.
So afraid you'll abandon me.
I'm afraid that you'll let me go.
Afraid to be alone.
I hold onto you so tight.
I crush your hand with grapping fingers.
Scared that if I let you go you'll disappear.
Scared to loosen my grip and lose you.
Scared I'll fall into eternal darkness.
Into despair and you'll be to far gone to care.
So I'm sorry.
Sorry I hold on so tight.
Sorry I hold with all my might.
I'm sorry I'm weak.
I know it's foolish.
To be afraid.
To be scared.
So I'm sorry.
I just don't want to lose.
The one thing, the only thing that's important.
I don't want to lose.
You my love.
Innocence (73)Tired of mumbling when they mention your name-
Desperate, longing, to simply be sane.
Want to be free, to dance with the wind
No longer thinking what we had was sin.
Used to be open, carefree and young
Long before we knew how love truly stung.
Now so broken with patches and scars,
Thinking this plan has never been ours.
Sure there's a reason for every small tear,
But gratitude is something you will not find here.
Give it some time, let memories build up
Don't think about all the days now corrupt.
Oh to be innocent like I once was,
To answer my questions with words like "Because"
Without having to worry about things in the past...
Not really wondering how long we would last.
To Fathers and The FatherlessIs there a special bond between a father and his child?
A bond so strong that nothing can truly separate them?
Not even years of being apart?
Or miles upon miles of land and sea?
I know of such a child...
whoose dad left her many years ago.
She has no memory of every seeing him face to face...
Yet she misses him so.
She has faith in him,
and is willing to forgive him,
for leaving her when she was just a babe.
She does not truly know this man,
who she has been told is her dad.
But deep within her heart she longs for him.
She longs for his love and care and affection.
She longs for his acceptance.
She longs for a father.
What makes a child miss someone,
she never truly had?
Or long for someone,
she never truly knew?
Is there an invisible bond...
that holds the two together...?
Over one and a half decades has passed,
yet the child still wants her father.
Now more than ever.
Is it just, or really, a special bond?
Or rather something much deeper?
Something that extends past race, colour, re
AttractionI try to
Hide the emotions I feel
When Im with you.
Try to pretend that
My eyes arent beginning to wander,
Tracing along your body.
Like a moth to a flame,
I just want to get closer.
My body seems to
Crave for yours.
Like a young girl
Needs her favourite little doll.
She cant handle it being taken away,
Only her heart doesnt beat as fast
As mine does when it's close
I just cant control this
That fills my mind.
This absolute desire
I have for you.
Im a puzzle,
With a missing piece.
That missing piece is you.
If I told you I love you
If I told you I love you
Would you give me your soul?
Darling,you know my tears went up
To the heaven,up above
I found your body
Lying lifelessly on mine
I opened my eyes
It was the end of the time
You woke up
Didn't want to dream along
The notes weren't bad
This life was a different song
Never trust me
I am an untamed tigress
And you,my dear,
You were my reason to dance
You can have my heart,baby
You can even take my soul away
But don't go further than you can
You can never have my body tamed
Cry Of The Fatherless
Father where are you?
I'm all alone.
Father i need you.
Where have you gone?
I feel forsaken in this cold dark world.
The world you've left me to wonder alone.
Dark shadows rise on either side.
You my protector, have left me here to die.
The shattered remains of my heart cries out,
Surrounded by confusion and doubt.
I seek answers but find none.
Darkness clouds my thoughts...
Why have you forsaken me?
Why have you you left me alone?
Do you even love me?
Do you see me as your own?
In the ashes of what could have been,
I sit covered in sadness and guilt.
My past i've spent without knowing you.
My future uncertain without you.
Do you see my pain?
Do you see my broken heart?
Can you hear my plea?
For a father to do his part??
I need you father...
I need you.
Come back to me
...and wipe these tears away...
Volpi.You will find that the story you tell
is very rarely your own. In Lucca,
even the smallest pebbles
breathe in the warm sunlight.
Knotted stones and cobbled roads
beat out a paper-dry heartbeat heat
my city breathes in and out,
inhales sparrow air.
It's writing a story.
You are the pen.
You will find that in Lucca
the daisy chains forge fire
in side streets and back alleys.
Teenagers intertwine. Tell me,
odd flower, are you still closed?
Here we are colored wax;
the heat of the city melts us.
We run into each other, rhapsody
of pigments. Operas are our specialties.
Open up; feel the reds.
If not, try and see them. There is a place
of deep knife marks, a street
long as midnight
you may learn something there.
Valentina's voice glimmers like red wine.
You may enjoy intoxications. Still,
know alcohol has no story
and will swallow your own.
Find the sign with the wolf on it.
You'll know the place. Epiphanies ring true as church-bells.
Lucca still guides the wanderers
to well sp
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