So we beat on boats against the current
Borne back ceaselessly into the past
You forget what you want to remember
And remember what you want to forget
And we are quotation marks, inverted and upside down,
Clinging to one another at the end of this life sentence.
Trapped by lives we didn’t choose.

The heart dies a slow death.
Shedding each hope like leaves.
Until one day there are none.
No hopes… no nothing.
My thoughts are stars.
I cannot fathom into constellations.

Beautiful things only grow to a certain height.
And they fail and fade off.
And in that moment.
I swear we were infinite.
I hid my deepest feelings so well.
I forgot where I placed them.

We’ve all got both light and dark inside us
What matters is what part we choose to act on.
That is who we really are.
She is madness, sanity.
She is hell….and paradise.

They say it takes 21 days to break a habit.
I used to believe them
But when you cannot leave some one alone.
No matter how much they push you away.
When you smile when you think of them.
Or force stop your self from liking them.
And fail terribly.
Make faces when you meet them....
Mutual faces.

You know they are the one.
You would choose them over and over.
Whether they choose you or not.
And its been years..
But you still have the habit of liking them

That life has many turns
That some people will never like you.
And you may never like some.
That some people can love you too much.
You can feel it.
That sometimes you cant explain why you love some people.
And why they love you always.
That sometimes love comes from those you least expected.
And so does hate.

I have learned..
That people leave.....
And sometimes they do not look back.
That anyone can break a heart.
Even when they do not want to.
That sometimes people make selfish choices.....
But it does not make them bad people.
That life is soo beautiful...
And so are people....
You just have to want to see it.....

I have learned.
That people may not stay always.
But it will never mean they do not miss you......
That as long as you believe ...
Life will find a way to be okay.

How you always wished me well.
How you changed your pants when I said they were not cool.
or didn't match.
How we could share your food without me asking
How you warned me about eating all your cookies yet never stopped me.
How ironing my cloths never felt odd.
Instead of me ironing yours.
You didn't judge me at all.

I miss your smiling face.
You smiled with your eyes.
How you said you missed me every time you saw me.
How you came to my place first and passed by your door.
like you didn't know your place.
And lives at mine instead.
The face you made each morning when I stood at your door.

I miss us.
How cooking together was fun not work.
Laughing and smiling at everything and nothing...
May be you were right.
You said our only problem was that....
I have an iceberg for a heart.
And a very big head.......

I sak at many things most times.
The things I do best are dressing up and getting good grades.
Friendships are complicated.
Love requires thinking.
Feeling things when you don't want to.
Sharing parts of you you don't want to.

I am a very private person.
I find the concept of wedding by church complex.
I love God.
I just find the white dress, groom at the front and faces...
Extremely overwhelming.

I want to take dressed selfies.
Mirror selfies in pajamas and toothbrushes.
Playing selfies...the random ones between moments.
I want to scream love and look like it.
I want to be able to let the world know.

I just love my private life.
I love the mystery from not knowing  too.
I am happy from us.
I believe its possible.....

I believe in us
I believe in me.....

It was the way you looked over at me.
The first time we met.
The way I was so willing to forget.
The way you found my number.
The way I didn't care you did.
The way you kept texting, calling even.
The way I didn't care.

I found ignoring mean.
I had to be good.
I had to be better.
So I gave this a shot.
The good in me screaming...

When you offered to help.
I didn't refuse.
I let you do your thing.
I believed you knew your thing.
When it ******* over.
You unveiled yourself.

Lets start over.
How do you think someone is beautiful.
How do you come from beautiful to badly behaved.
May be real words are spoken when mad.