Katiecat04

1. We love you girls, really. It's just that saying it out loud seems either freakish or gay and whilst we're trying to be the metrosexual men Cosmo tells you we should be, the truth is we're still pretty insecure about these things. So when we make a crass comment about your breasts it's often because we simply don't feel comfortable saying something simple like, "you look beautiful today." 2. If we say, 'do you want a hand with that,' when you're clearly struggling with something like a jar's lid, there's no double meaning. We're not making fun of you because you're weaker than us; we're just being nice. Take a simple gesture as it was int

You think you're clever. It's just a game. Continue on boys, with your new found fame. You don't know the danger, if you really get caught. He won't think twice. Your corpses will rot. You have everyone alert, double checking the locked door, while I breathe in the dust, lying on his bloody floor. I admit I'm jealous. You get to be free. You should wake up. Eyes open, just see. Or perhaps you do know. Does he haunt you, as well? Keep running, boys. Don't join me in this hell. All I have are my poems, as each day turns to night. The door opens again, and I look up to the light. His arms wrap my body, yet again, I close

"Come on, Peter… When are you going to come?" You say tiredly, curled up in your window perch, head resting on your arm.  "I know I'm not a child anymore, but I need this…  I've been waiting my whole life… for you to come take me to Neverland…"  Your sleepy rambling is cut off by a yawn, which leads to droopy lids closing, while you dream of flying across the dizzy atmosphere with one hand out the window, your fingers catching the breeze. You wake up dazed and upset; your dream wasn't reality, as to be expected but not accepted.  And why is the window closed?  You always leave it open.  It's not like your parents