****, please text me, I'm ready for you*
Why does life
Have to be a constant
*******?!

Unity.
Hands, rings, fingers
Smelly perfume and the swishes of gowns
That take us back
To a time period without pain
Caused by one another's insufferability....

Today is my day,
Ours,
And with a final
Huzzah
And a final
Amen
We will all become
One

Too many commas!

Did you EVER once stop to consider
How breath
Pausing breath
Like breath
This breath
Gets breath
Monotonous?!

I wish I could explain in a way that makes rational sense.
I've been scouring my mind for an easy way to phrase
the actions that came so cruelly to my heart last night.

Nothing is ever private. We should have known.
I wish I could have had the foresight to be more careful,
to hold myself back from being so arrogantly confident
that no one would find out until the time had come.

It isn't your fault.

It is mine.

Forbidden contact, that's what this is.
No more texts, no more messages....
nothing.

It breaks my heart in two, and I wish I could find a way
to help you feel less heartbreak than I.
This storm feels neverending.

In this past week I have felt more alive
than I thought possible.

And now your sorrow turned to rage
breaks it into a million pieces that I thought
it would never have to suffer through.
I wish privacy was so well practiced.

But not now, not today.

And so with a heavy heart, I bid you adieu,
my prince, my star, my superhuman silvertongue.

I will miss you more than I can say.

I will miss us.

I may have puppet strings
Attached to my bronzed shoulders
Controlling the movements of my hands and heart
But even then, I know how to control
The beating of the cords
Within my star spangled throat

The strawberry drizzle
Sat among the mildewed stars
And wondered what exactly
It was doing, what business it had
Fraternizing with the upper crust
Who were more sour than she

This is life.

How we get though it

is how we will become

stronger

Now I feel guilty.

I'm having trouble wording everything right now, I'm sorry.

No, YOU'RE my life.

There's just so much...so much else people expect from me.

My parents, my friends, my teachers, colleges.

Juggling it will be hard....and I want to make sure you get the attention you deserve.

And I'm just saying, it won't be easy.

*Can't promise things won't be broken, but I swear that I'll never leave.