He would be kind
To everyone
Polite at least
He would get along with my friends
Be able to carry a conversation
Be someone I could be proud to introduce to my parents
Someone who would scare them
Someone who likes dogs
Who will support me in an argument
But not always give me what I want (only mostly :p)
Who will listen to me when I am upset
But know when to distract me from my thoughts
He would know the real me
And like me for it
He wouldn't laugh at me for loving writing
Or being crazy
He would want to read all of my stories
He wouldn't be afraid of those three words
Yet he would mean them when he said it
He would push my limits
But not destroy my comfort zone
He would be proud to call me his girlfriend
I would be able to trust him wholeheartedly
He would be honest
And if either one of us had to end our relationship
It would not be because he cheated
We would be able to talk for hours
About anything
Or nothing
Or we could just sit together
Quietly
With no awkwardness
And basically just be my best friend
And the best boyfriend
I could ask for

Imagine a crowded room
Every person is talking
A pin drops to the ground
Can You Hear It?

Imagine a city bus
Full of people
A pin drops to the ground
Can You Hear It?

Imagine a green park
People stroll around leisurely
A pin drops to the ground
Can You Hear It?

Imagine an empty room
White walls, concrete floors
A pin drops to the ground
You can't hear it.

Life
So fleeting
So short
No one realizes
Until they lose someone
That it could all be taken
In an instant
No one wants to die
Even when they are in so much pain they can't move
Physically, mentally or emotionally
They just want the pain to go away
No one has to die to stop pain
Dying only gives it to other people
So even if you are crippled by sadness
Or sickness
Try to keep living
Not survive
But live
Everyday
Appreciate something
The sky
The snow
The grass
Anything
Just to remind yourself
That not everything is bad
The world is fundamentally good
Try to see the goodness
Because
We don't have much time
And we would hate to spend it sadly or angrily
So live
Make yourself happy
You can do
I Promise

lnside your sadness
If you feel like
You are the Real Version of the Walking Dead
It will get better

I Promise

Your sun will come out again
Happiness is in your forecast
There will be rain again
But like the weather
It will not be constant

I Promise

If you need someone to lean on
Or simply carry you through the rain
Just Ask
I will be there

I Promise

Because what I Promise is not the solution to your problems
Or the end of all your tears

I Promise Hope

When everyone is saying
How much they hate
Their appearance, personality, althetic and academic abilities

I stand away
Awkward and quiet
Offering no opinion

Not because I am happy with myself
But because I am so insecure
I am afraid that pointing out my flaws

Will make you see

The parts of me I hate
The parts of me I hide
The parts of me I tried to change

Yet failed

Because I have what I got
I can't change it
To fit in with everyone else

I can't be someone else
Because I am not them
I'm me

And in some way that has to be enough