Yeah I'm suffering from lack of creativity, sorry. That's why I reposted one of my older poems. There's just not much I can think of to write. I hope I do soon thought cause it's the only way I cope. If I couldn't write...I don't know what I would do.

I want to fall in love. I've finally moved on from Leslie, though I'll never forget her because does anyone ever forget their first love? She's the girl I grew up with, my four square buddy, my next door neighbor, best friend. First kiss, first everything actually. But I've accepted that situations and incidents arise and change you, for better or worse... But I miss the smell of a girl's hair. The feel of her hand, the light in her eyes, the innocence in her voice. I miss the conversation that girls provide, insightful and intelligent. But fun at the same time. I miss being told that I am loved. I miss being held. I miss taking pictures of each other. I miss everything about being in love.

I have this memory
of when i was six years old
swinging in my backyard
i was flying high, until i let go
and hit my head on one of the garden benches
that we no longer have
i remember crying as i lay there
not wanting to move
or maybe not able to

my sister laughed at me
and called me a baby
when my dad came out, he told me
to suck it up
because boys don't cry

ever since then, i can't think
of a single time that i've cried
not even at my dad's funeral
i guess i really took those words
to heart