The Wants Of Mine

This is dedicated to all the girls out there. I'm pretty positive this is what most females want from love and romance. Enjoy, comment :)

I want someone that seems like he doesn't care but deep down I know he does.

I want someone that can brighten a blue day with the smallest of smiles.

I want someone that doesn't pretend, is real and true to himself.

I want someone who can or tries to understand the reasons of my sometimes unfathomable actions.

I want him to care but never in obscenity but in sincerity. Never for the sole reason of proving to others what a good person he is.

I want him to know that the little details matter.

Sometimes more than the big purposefully heroic acts do.

I want him to be loyal.

I want honesty, even when it hurts.

I want someone that loves me enough to hold my hair and rub my back if I have to puke down the toilet.

I want someone that gives unexpected hugs and kisses.

I want someone that doesn't tell me he loves me because he feels obligated to, but only if he really believes it. I can tell.

I want someone that convinces me that I look fine in my oldest sweats. And means it.

I want someone that tells me straight-on that he doesn't like my appearance that day. Then offer constructive criticism which I may or may not accept. (hehe)

I want someone whom I can shoot witty comments at and get a clever tease right back without the usual stupid blank look.

I want him to be down to earth and not be one of those boys that bring digital cameras everywhere in case they needed to take pictures of themselves. (and if you're one of these ppl, go shoot yourself.)

I want someone that can have fun and try new things.

I want him to be respectful to all religions, cultures, and race as I try to be. Discrimination is a big turn-off.

I want a person who can love others and himself. Who is able to accept differences and adapt to them. Who understands preferences and individuality.

Yet above all, it is also crucial for him to be somewhat good-looking. That's not too much to ask for now, is it? ;)

The Magnetic Field

Have you never heard of how opposites attract?
How two people with nothing in common whatsoever being able to plummet into deep, conspicuous love? They'd fall into that gaping hole of theirs, stuck there forever with no way out to the world outside.
And guess what? They wouldn't even have mind. Not one bit.

You have brought me doubt, confusion, and desperation. You have lured my long-lost feeling of helplessness in spite of myself. But after all that you've put me through, I just can't stop thinking about you.
Sometimes I see it in your eyes, and they tell me a million things. I feel content of what I see, what I hear. But that isn't until I see your body language. They say this factor is the ultimate tell-tale sign of someone.
That makes me scared.

Now I am torn between the language you pronounce through your eyes and the one you use through your actions. You act like you despise me, escaping left when I'm at right, and right when at left. I would then be positive of your hatred for me, although I couldn't seem to understand the reason why.
Then they come in. They tell me they know. They tell me you love me? They tell me many things that kept me indecisive.
What can I believe? What should I believe?

If magnets can do it, why can't we? North and south, they seem happy together. Connected in ways that outsiders may never be able to comprehend. We are two opposites, we just have to find our way to learn from the magnetic force.

Baby I'll be your north if you'll be my south.

Desire.

Hello, decided to repost some of my favorite entries from my old LJ blog since nobody wants to check it out :( eh, oh well...

The jealousy of others revolving around me is so concrete that it's mighty disturbing.
So thought I'd go off in a weird tangent, with a point of view of a dude for once :)
And uhhh, it maaaayy be based on a few of my guy friends' life stories as well. Hehe.
Not my best, but enjoy!

This brewing jealousy I have inside of me, it's discontenting.
I cannot even begin to imagine anyone else that deserves that beautiful smile of yours, your gentle caressing touch, your piercing eyes to lay on anyone else but me. Inhuman as it is, I believe that you, all of you, should belong to me.

I treasure you like nobody else can. Never would I ever want to hurt nor to harm you as my intentions for you will never expire.
Yet you can't seem to grasp that fact. The fact that I love you with all my heart, eternally. The fact that I am the only that is able to bring the happiness and thorough appreciation that you deserve.

The shine I see in your eyes when you're around him, it troubles me more than it should. I try to pretend, to smile for your sake despite my plummeting heart. Why don't I see that in you when you look at me?
I love you. Does he?

Day and night, I fret. The frustration have adhered on my skin and bones - it is now a part of me. Therefore, in the height of insanity, I'd find the only solution out I can see, to scrape and rid of all that exasperation off of my skin. As my blood flows, all the overwhelming pain I have ever experienced almost feels tangible in the air as it's running condescendingly through my bloodline.


My life without you would be a blur.