A little drabble/poem I wrote near the end of the year

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So, yeah, this is what I wrote near the end of the year titled "The Significance of Somerhalder. Me and my issues. Enjoy:

The Significance of Somerhalder

We receive the placemat forms
They’re for us to fill out things like
Favorite Band
Or
Hottest Guy/Gal
Or
Favorite Song
I fill out mine
Struggling
With the decision
To fill out
Hottest Guy/Gal
While she so easily writes
Ian Somerhalder
Just like that
Ian Somerhalder
Without a thought

I consider writing what I want
What will they think
When they see that written
What will they think
When they look over the form
To create the placemat
What would they say

I doubt
Anything like this
Goes through her mind
When she writes
Ian Somerhalder

I doubt
She puts a thought
Into writing
Ian Somerhalder

I doubt
She would even wonder
What I feel
When I saw those words
Ian Somerhalder

I have to
Let her be fourteen
Let her be a girl
Let her write under “Hottest Guy”
Ian Somerhalder

I now wonder
What I would write
Had I been normal
Had I been in silly things
Like make-up
And boys
And Vampire Diaries
And pretty little dresses
And Lip-Gloss

Oh well, I sigh,
I’ll never know
What it’s like
To feel the satisfaction
Of writing
Right under “Hottest Guy”
A name like
Ian Somerhalder

I'll respond with this poem I made with no inspiration whatsoever. I haven't proofread it, but I think it sucks anyways. I usually do poetry when I have inspiration, but this time... I was just bored. It was made this morning. The name I made for it when I made it is "Abandonment of Love", but I think "Gone" is better.

Brown eyes look on in fear
As the silhouette in the distance
Disappears, but not just fear
Sorrow shows with a tear.

Notebook pages covered in writing
Shaking hands unable to do more
The bitten nails scratching on skin
As he cannot bear what he has lost.

She appears in dreams, lost
But never found
A mixture of joy and sadness appears
When he wakes, unable to remember.

He thinks to the past
The innocent first meeting
Holding hands, tickling each other
The bedsheets below him hold his tears.

Their first kiss, sweet with
Newfound love, though not without passion
He held it back, afraid
But she brought it out of him.

The movies they watched
The books they read
The walks together
Remembering is a pain he welcomes.

His friends, they try
To bring him out, meet new
People, girls, thinking that would help
But he knew better.

Finally giving in, he went
With his friends, blindfolded
Suddenly, he could see
And saw her.

No, not her, not
Her at all, He had only seen
The brown hair, shining
Brown eyes, but not her.

Finally away from it all
He tears himself from the world
Into his own regrets
And lives no more

Worse than death, he thought
As he shook, his friends' calls ignored
Pulling out his phone, he
Entered her number, hoping.

Her familiar voice, he says hello
But it was only voicemail, and so
He told her how he felt
And hung up, sobbing

He opened his eyes, another
Fitful sleep full of thoughts of her
His father peeks his head in the door
And says "She's come back."

I walk to the door
And she comes in, tears
Spilling over her cheeks
"I've felt the same way."

Arms encircling each other
We cry, we cry, we cry
The warmth leaves as she
Pulls away, shaking her head.

She turns, and walks
I follow, but she
Ignores me, and I fear
"But you hurt me."

Her words ripped me apart
I fell the the floor
I could not bear it
Anymore

I close my eyes, I go to sleep
And when I wake, I see nothing
Sorrow flls my core
I lay, rotting.

I pull myself
Into my bed
And write down the feelings
She has abandoned in her stead

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wow.

That's pretty much my thoughts in one word. What made you visit the LGBT forum?

A one word "Wow" to my poem... I find that promising.

I wasn't. I was stalking your posts. Which is how I found that you'd replied to my reply to the thread. (Recent posts on profile page sure is informational).

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I use the word 'stalking' a lot. Don't take it personally/harshly. I'm simply just interested if certain people reply to my posts, as you now are doing. So I check their recent posts. If you feel uncomfortable about me doing that, please say so! I'll refrain from doing it immediately.

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