I Couldn't Care Less What Your Statistics Say. I'm An Outlier Who Attracts Outliers. Your Statistics

I couldn't care less what your statistics say. I'm an outlier who attracts outliers. Your statistics don't apply to me or my friends. Get out.

~How closely were our strands woven together on the tapestry of life? Nearly close enough to touch, but alas, we were never destined to intertwine~

-a poem of a new kind

~It's just painful at this point, being in love. It hurts. And there's nothing I can do to stop it~

-a poem of a new kind

~I am searching for a word that means, "invoking such a deep feeling of sadness that it causes physical pain; a feeling so strong it cuts through to the marrow of your soul, leaving you shaking, scared for your life, and writhing in pain" is there a word for that? Because "Melancholy" doesn't really seem to be strong enough...~

-a poem of a new kind

I'm not looking at your mouth while you talk because I want to KISS you

I'm looking at your mouth while you talk because I can't HEAR you, and I'm TRYING to READ your LIPS