"We don't read and write poetry because it's cute. We read and write poetry because we are members of the human race. And the human race is filled with passion. And medicine, law, business, engineering, these are noble pursuits and necessary to sustain life. But poetry, beauty, romance, love, these are what we stay alive for." - John Keating, Dead Poets Society (1989)

*As a child I loved you Mork, as an adult you taught me the fine line between laughter and despair.

In pain all day.
He takes care of me.
Rubbing my back makes me relax.
He knows exactly what I need.
I think I found the one.
Almost 8 months since we became official.
I want him to never leave my side.
I see a future.
I see him growing and becoming a perfect man.
A gentleman.
Here I lay at 4am writing.
Poetry lets the soul grow.

Lying here.
Waiting for your soft snoring.
I hate being away from you.
Your lips
Your hair
Everything about you makes me miss you more.
It's only one night.
It feels like an eternity.
My breathing turns shallow
I picture you
For a second
Just one
I feel you here.

After 6 applications I don't have a job.
I feel helpless
I need the money
I need the experience.
Instead i will cuddle you.
I will love you
My helplessness is cancelled with my love from you

I miss my razor blades
They were a friend to me
When the stress of money, love, and family
Tears you apart
My love tries sewing me together
My parents ripping me up again
The cold sting of the blade
The way the blood used to drip down my arms
I miss being numb.
Ever since finding love I have started feeling
Before him my parents would rip me apart
Emotionally I'm a wreck
Physically I'm growing gray hair
I don't want the numb back
But maybe just for one day.

Every part of me screams
Every nerve ending feels like I might die
Could this period really b a period.
Am I pregnant.
I pray to God and all his living sections of Gods in different countries.
I'm not ready.
He's not ready
We want to love each other forever.
No more negative thought.
I'm not.
I'm not.
I'm not.