all my dreams are coming true
and some of it
thanks to you

we have a long,
long journey ahead of
us
whether we love it
or hate it

i'm ready for whatever
it is
as long as i
have you
by my side

******* it

please tell me this is temporary

please

well, im back

not on good terms, really.
this has been a week from hell- start to finish
i want to think this is temporary, you and i.
we talked about forever like it rolled off our tongue like spit
we planned next year -
we had all of it planned.

of course, that didn't last. this is, temporary right?
countless hours spent on your couch at night
searching for places to be free
and run away to
i wouldn't just say that to just anyone, michael

you are going to be the first one i have really
cried over and cried into my moms arms for
everything feels like pins and needles

every time we fought i felt daggers shoot through my heart and begged for the pain to eventually numb out
what the **** did it matter? this is what love is right?

love is when you stick through everything through thick and thin.

love is giving every last bite of your food you have left, even if it was the first thing you ate all day after a long shift.

love is rolling through the punches when you see a light at the end - but what is love when you run away when help is available?

i hope and pray this is a nightmare and I wake up soon,

because another minute without you hurts as much as the first minute.

there is enough treachery, hatred violence absurdity in the average
human being to supply any given army on any given day

and the best at ****** are those who preach against it
and the best at hate are those who preach love
and the best at war finally are those who preach peace

those who preach god, need god
those who preach peace do not have peace
those who preach peace do not have love

beware the preachers
beware the knowers
beware those who are always reading books
beware those who either detest poverty
or are proud of it
beware those quick to praise
for they need praise in return
beware those who are quick to censor
they are afraid of what they do not know
beware those who seek constant crowds for
they are nothing alone
beware the average man the average woman
beware their love, their love is average
seeks average

but there is genius in their hatred
there is enough genius in their hatred to **** you
to **** anybody
not wanting solitude
not understanding solitude
they will attempt to destroy anything
that differs from their own
not being able to create art
they will not understand art
they will consider their failure as creators
only as a failure of the world
not being able to love fully
they will believe your love incomplete
and then they will hate you
and their hatred will be perfect

like a shining diamond
like a knife
like a mountain
like a tiger
like hemlock

their finest art

I met a genius on the train
today
about 6 years old,
he sat beside me
and as the train
ran down along the coast
we came to the ocean
and then he looked at me
and said,
it's not pretty.

it was the first time I'd
realized
that.