Death is a scary thing.
Maybe it's the idea that one no longer holds no obligations to anyone

Why is time considered an accurate measure of love when you can
love someone with all you heart for one year
but then slowly as time goes by they no longer love you

*-c.a.

One morning I awoke to my father telling me that he didn't love my mother any less than yesterday and that it was not her fault.
He told me that relationships are fragile things and that they can complicate life but they also make it so much better.
He said not to judge her nor myself for it will be all in vain.
Time would be better spent focusing on the positives instead of the negatives.
He told me to live a simple life and to look for the good in people.

*-c.a.

I wouldn't consider myself suicidal but if someone was holding a gun to my head and threatening to pull the trigger,
I would pull it myself for the fear of not being in control of my own death is greater than the fear of death itself.

*-c.a.

I fell in love with the first eyes that locked on mine,
and yours were a crystal blue and reminded me of a cool afternoon,
and I found myself swimming laps in your eyes while your words had me wrapped around your finger.
I'm dangerously in love with you.

*-c.a.

I want to arrange the alphabet in so many different ways, just to bring a smile to your face.

*-c.a.

My mind no longer thinks in English but in the sound of your voice,
and my mouth forms no other shape than the shape of yours,
and my tongue can't create any words because it's laid heavy with the thought of you,
and I hope you notice that my heart is beating extra hard for you,
and I'm starting to sound like a cliche and I won't say those words because I can't dare them to be true so I'll venture as far to say that I adore you.

*-c.a.