Free

Today I release myself.
I release myself from all the implications.
All those trying to be perfect attempts,
All those staring at the mirror and trying to find flaws.
If they actually love me, they'll love me for myself,
For the clumsy person I am.
They'll accept my flaws and learn to love them.
People will love me for me,
Not the photo-shopped image I claim to be.
No more drooling over Megan Fox or Scarlett Johansson,
No more squeezing into those skin tight jeans,
No more starving myself to be skinny.
Today I release myself from me.

I know this will go away

I see you pass by and my heart skips a beat.
You play basketball and all I can think is "DAMN! SO DARN SWEET!'
I explode on my friends about how perfect you are.
They say you look like early men; I defend you by claiming that you're my shooting star.
They scream telling me to "confess already" and I respond by asking them "does he even know me?"
I'm about to burst with these mixed emotions.
I know that it's a phase that'll pass by but why has it held on so tight.
All that can happen with this confession is rejection but why is it harder because it's coming from you?
You're an introvert but you're perfect for me.
I say 'Hi' and you say 'Bye', 'Boy that escalated quickly.'
I'm confused but I wonder if you've got the hint.
I can't tell you in person but I can write it down with ink.
Is a love letter too cliche?
Oh well then I shall settle for whatever I get.
Even the puppy who gives me affection I shall take, because you're far way.
As I said you're my shooting star that'll go away.