I look in the direction I know you to be
Though I cannot see you
On the opposite shore of this sea

I lay looking at stars and wonder
Do you see them too
Or are clouds all you're under

In my mind, daily I call, I write
In reality I sit captive here
In the dark unable to fight

The wind tangles my hair in knots
When I go for a walk
Near the coast, skipping rocks

If I am still and listen long enough
The water speaks it's wisdom
Giving advice, voice smooth and rough

It begs me to walk across to you
Through a wild sea
Sinking into cold greys and blues

I heed the call, waves flooding overhead
Following the letters I never sent
And cry out from my sweat-soaked bed

You weren't the first
     "goodbye,

   you were tasting last nights


                                  afters..

But you filled me up,
           more than the meal

last night, I spat it out ill tasting..

                              But you taste much better..

I swallowed your offering  even though

               I'm on a diet...

But I'll swallow your meal
                 cos I never ate fully last night...

Tomorrow though I may want a different
                                          taste..

You never know, if I like you warmed
                up in the morning ,

they always

say something's taste better warmed up
                                       in the morning>

If not ill just discard you out the
backdoor saying I'll reorder you soon..

But throw away the list of maybes.
                cos the first made me gag
instead of swallowing..

aftertastes are a *****,
    but you were sweet..

But you never know till i wake up,
you tasted nice last night...

          I had alcohol

                                lets see what you taste like sober!!

We walked into my room as happy as could be
even though it's only been two days. You looked at me and said
"Baby, I love you."

I looked at you and said
"What did you say?"

"I said I love you"

"That's what I thought you said. Come with me."
Runs into bedroom
"Oh yea, just like I planned, *** on the second date."
He whispered to himself.

He walks into the bedroom and before he knows what hit him or in this case knows what "Stabbed" him, I stabbed him in the back and he fell to the floor with a thump.

*:Nice try *******, but I love you doesn't work on me.

Okay, you two. I want you to say sorry.
Now that she has said sorry, you have to say: That's okay.
There. Now it's all better.

**here is the problem with that, from a very young age, children are taught to simply SAY sorry, and not actually find remorse in themselves, they just say it whether they mean it or not, and they think there is no difference. The other problem: Even if you ARE sorry, not all things you do can be undone. Not everything IS "okay" now that you are sorry. Some things are unforgivable. It can't always be "all better".

Strong
Is the way you
Crawl through life's
barbed wires,
***** traps,
And barricades
And coming out still standing up after everything,
Still going.

Strong is withstanding
The harshest sand wind,
Letting the grains smother you,
Try to take you down,
But you still stand.

Strong is fighting for what is right,
Being able to know when you need to step in,
Realizing one's mistakes,
Fixing.