peer editing. summer '10

you are not a true friend but a blue friend, correcting my emotions with a blue pen, and circling my insecurities with a red one, you drain me mentally and kill all my fun. this is not good for my mental state, i want a new mental slate. who made you teacher, ready to correct me, correct this, nothing is correct, thats correct. but what was there has now left, doesnt matter what was thrown out and what was kept, the dirt is under the rug, its been thoroughly swept, all there is left to do now is to take the next step, but is that on a staircase, or stair stepper, is it a raw steak disguised by pepper, i didnt want to ever read that letter, it was full of letters, put together in a way that tore a hole through my heart, what about the other part, the part where we dont part, but drift together, solidifying our bond, just like james bond, completing each mission, being double O seven, there is no heaven, unless you find it right here, but im here and your there, so my heaven is your hell, unless you come out of your shell, and know that we are together even when we are not, but this is what you have forgot. you think your single, and can be with who you want, when you want it, but be careful that you dont throw it out and flaunt it. that will come back to haunt it. it will start out like a hobbit, and grow and grow, next thing you know, its larger than the troll under the bridge, but if you cross the bridge, it will be the beginning of the end, or the end to what was a beginning, only now you dont know who is actually winning, you think its you, but what do you equal without me?

 you are not a true friend but a blue friend, correcting my emotions with a blue pen, and circling my insecurities with a red one, you drain me mentally and kill all my fun. this is not good for my mental state, i want a new mental slate.

 flirting with death, and teasing everything that has been appeasing, but whats the point if its all going to be leaving. I dont have holes except in my heart, but its a figure of speech this is where it starts. and ends, who needs friends, im complete within myself without the crazy thoughts going thru my head. to me this is already dead. this death put me so far ahead.