Band-AidHe's a band-aid.Band-Aid by Bambi-Claire
I was hurt, and I wrapped him around me,
Stuck him to my broken bits so I wouldn't bleed my poor little heart out.
Then, when I felt better, I pulled him away.
But I wasn't better, and the scab stuck, and my wounds opened up,
And it hurt so much more than I thought it could.
I tried to reattach him, to cover up my pain, but I couldn't.
He just won't stick anymore.
I keep trying, I keep wrapping him around me, but it's pointless.
Band-aids are one time use.
DefinitionsDesire: The way I reach for you, always.Definitions by Bambi-Claire
Pleasure: You, here, with me.
Electricity: The spark that dances its way from me to you.
Fragile: My heart, in your hands.
Dangerous: The way you talk when we're alone.
Pain: The ache I feel when I know you're not there.
Loss: You're not there.
Love: No, not this.
Mixed MessagesMixed messages have me missing out on you.Mixed Messages by Bambi-Claire
Your words speak a different language than your touch.
Do you want this?
But your eyes stay with me,
Your breath is on my neck,
And I feel so close
Even though your words keep their distance.
FortunateI met a fortune tellerFortunate by Bambi-Claire
at a bus stop one day.
She read my palms and
told me about my great
loves, past present and
future. I've always
known my loveline was
broken, and I've always
ignored it. I treat
each and every love
as the one and only
greatest thing in my
life. I have loved,
I love, and I will love.
That is the story of
the broken loveline.
The fortune teller at
the bus atop understood.
She held my hand and
smiled, and then I
stepped aboard my bus
and continued on.
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I think you can learn as much about a person from what they aren't and what they don't do as from what they are and what they do.
I don't drink, don't smoke, don't do drugs. I don't believe in sex without love. I don't like lies or the people who tell them. I don't drink coke or pepsi, and I don't like coffee. I don't like math. I'm not tall, but I'm not that short. I'm not all that special. I'm not very athletic, but I do like sports. I'm a good student but I don't like school much.
I try to be honest as much as possible. I don't lie, just don't always tell the whole story to everyone. Sometimes it's none of their business. I like to talk. I also like to listen. If you ever feel like venting to someone random, I'm here.
I love to write. I love drawing, singing, playing soccer and hanging out with friends. Photography is my passion and I finally got a decent camera. Music is also a major part of my life, but more listening and appreciating than creating.
I smile a lot. Almost all the time. People rarely notice when I'm unhappy, because then they get unhappy and that just makes me feel worse. I like positive people, positive energy, and things going how they should.
I don't hate anyone. I occasionally dislike people, but even then I will always be there for them if they need me. I'm often a human punching bag, because I know I can take it, so I let angry people become less angry without hurting anyone unnecessarily.
I'm way more scared of hurting people than I am of being hurt. Other people's pain causes me pain. I know my weaknesses, my limits, but I don't know theirs. I can always fix myself, but I can't fix them.
I see things differently from most people. That's something I took a long time to realize. Things have different colours for me. I can put myself in other people's shoes fairly easily, but then I have to carry their baggage, too. I am good at mediating other people's problems, because I can see the obvious solutions that aren't obvious to anyone else, but I'm terrible when I'm the one in a fight. I get defensive too easily, I can be a real bitch, and generally, when someone's mad at you, telling them something is obvious doesn't go too well.
I'm a complicated person because I try too hard to be simple. All I really want is to be understood.