How far can a heart stretch?

Before it ruptures and zig zag splits down the middle.

Can a heart stretch eighty nine miles?

That's already a stretch. The heart aches,

It pounds in your chest

The stretch leaves it thin,
Easy to break

But that's not far enough

My heart is over an ocean

Is Three Thousand Seven Hundred Thirty Two miles to far?

The heart would be a tight cord
A slack line over shark infested waters

A storm would engulf it at tare it apart at sea

A small wiggle would throw the whole line in waves

So I beg the question.
Is There Thousand Seven Hundred Seventy Two miles to far for a heart to stretch?

Because I don't know
I may never know

It seems that Zero miles apart may not happen.

It's almost three in the morning.

The problem is,
I'm not tired,
I'm Broken

I should really go to bed.

But I can't.

I keep thinking of her.

And honestly I keep thinking of cheesecake.

Now I realize that I can't have either of these tonight,
And that staying up won't help that.

But I am lonely.

And I want some cheesecake.

sigh...

I'm going to tell you a story

One about a little bitty boy
And a little bitty girl

They both lived in a small town
And went to a little school

But the little bitty boy was not loved
He was in the first grade for the second time
He was a stranger to everyone

He was a victim of little bitty bullies
With there little bitty words

When he was seven he balanced on the edge of a blade
He **** near plunged it into his little bitty chest
And ended his little bitty life

The boy might have done so if it wasn't for the girl
She didn't know him but smiled his way
It's amazing what a smile means to someone whose muscles had forgotten how

In the sixth grade the little bitty girl sat by the little bitty boy
They talked for a while
A spark was lit for little bitty friends

The boy and girl became best friends quick
They hung out and did what middle schoolers do
They built forts and made paper weddings for unsuspecting friends

There came a time when neither child was little bitty anymore
By the time they realized that boys liked girls
That girls liked boys
They didn't know what to do

The boy asked the girl to hold his hand once
And the girl left him
She dropped him and ran

It was a long time

The boy grew dark
He found self hate and anger
He lost the friend who saved his life

Half a year later he talked with the girl again
They both made their feelings clear
Friends forever, nothing else

Something wasn't right

By the time they were seniors
There was friction to be seen
She, the pacifist and "mature"
He, the liberal and "immature"

They had opinions on many things
Few of them the same
Yet they were part of a large group of brothers and sisters
They could not part

So there they stand today
Both friends and enemies
The girl that stole the boys heart
The boy that only got pieces back

The boy was reminded by the girl
After saying something ridiculous
Just how much the girl hated him
He still feels the bitter iron in her words

The little bitty boys' light did dim
The little bitty girl went on cold as ever
Together they were sperate
Separate they were at peace
Forever to be known,
That was all

This land is your land,
This land is my land.

This land is our land,
But Not a black land,

Not from sea to shining sea.

Attention Mexicans everywhere!

This land is not your land,
This land is our land,
Home of the free!
(Some requirements apply)

God bless America,
Where at least I know I'm free,
Home of the ignorant,
Yet land of the free,
(Skin color based exceptions)

Happy Happy new Year!
New year to You and Me!

Happy Happy new year,
Except for your country,
(Build the wall!)

Dreidel Dreidel Dreidel,
I made it out of clay,
If the makers Muslim,
Please don't explode I pray.

Lastly,
America the beautiful,
As hypocritical dumpster fires tend to be.

I fear the arms of love and comfort.

I do not fear them as if they mean harm,
As truly no such harm can be meant from
Love and Comfort.

I fear them because if they wrap around me,
They will discover how broken I am.

They will uncover how small I have become and how broken I am.

I fear them because they will shed light on
Me-
And my pitiful existence.

If the arms of my love were around me,
I would implode in on myself
Like a poorly made bomb.

Nothing would be safe as my scream of
Wishful comfort
Projects out of the kicked puppy of my soul.

The irony is that the only thing that will ever repair my dejected self,
Is the arms of love and comfort.

Rain plopping down down down.
Thunder cracking the air, with lighting the whip.
Crazy things happen when the storms all around.
be careful, don't slip.

Stress in speckles dot dot dot.
The tension in the air hums, yet it is so delicate.
Let the thunder ***** you not,
It is your friend indefinite.

Show the storm your stress,
rain will fall drop drop drop.
It will cleanse away the rest,
stress washed away from the bottom to top.

If beautify is in the eyes of the beholder,
Then the world should look threw the lens of my camera.

I am many things.

Most of them I am not proud of...

I am my own lurking monster in the dark,
My own nightmare in the flesh.

I am my own worst enemy,
Even when I'm at my best.

As far as ways I'm good.
Well...
There was just you...

And now that you don't believe in me,

I have nothing
I'm am no good...
Worthless

Three days
And I will be the age that I will be when I graduate high school

Seventy two hours
Until I'm on my last teenage year

Four thousand three hundred twenty
minutes
Until Eighteen years have gone by

Two hundred fifty nine thousand two hundred seconds
Until we arrive on the day I was born

I remember when I was younger I would always beg for toys or games for my birthday.

Now I wish for nothing
Of the sort

This year my wishes are self fulfilling

I wish for happiness
I wish for love
I wish for life long friends
I wish for identity
Clarity
Prosperity
Integrity
Humility and grace

But I wish for all if that and none of it

I wish not to have them I wish to be them
I wish to be the love that someone needs on a dark night
I wish to be break threw clarity

I wish to make people happy

Most of all I simply wish to choose love
I once wrote
Love is love is love is love
Because love is love
I am loved
Because I am loved
And love is love
I love too

That's what I want
I want to love

If the whole world shared that believe,
And I love too,

That means that I love you
And because you are loved by me,
And I love because
Love is love
Then you love too

Before to long the whole world would love

That. That is what I want for my birthday.

What a day to be alive!
The snow is falling down in
Sheets of individual art pieces all part of the mosaic,
Students are flocking to class in a vain attempt at higher education,

Workers head to work
Night shifters head home to sleep
Bar goers are getting ready to wake
To a less pleasent morning.

Then theirs me
Eyes brimfull as I kneel surrounded by my own mosaic of a collapsing life

I didn't know I was broken until today

You always hear about that kid
The one with a rough past
Maybe his or her heart was broken

Maybe their dad left

Maybe their mother hit the bottle

I always thought I was the pretzel tied together

Only now I know that in fact I'm knot OK

Don't let the puns fool you
That's just me
Trying to say hi
From the pits of self hate and despair

I'm broken and to proud to say so

To bad theirs no one listing anyway

I could show this to my loved ones and they would say well written

They wouldent even see the salt on the pretty picture that makes my eyes run dry every night

It's OK though
I'll just learn to live as a broken knot
Seems as the core of me was broken long ago

I've dipped my pen in the ink well of love
And calligraphied my way into your heart

I've spent hours timing a rhyme so you could be mine this time

With my left hand I grabbed ahold of courage so with my right i could ask for yours

I would write my own eulogy if that's what it took to win you

You know last time I wrote about you
Last time I stated your parting wish
To not come after you again

I hope you forgive me
I've never been good at making wishes come true, but if you do
You could make mine come true instead.

There is something uniquely powerful about a campfire

They can be small intiment family things.
Filled with s'mores and laughter

They can be grand bonfires whose flames
Flicker with the conviction that it too is as bright as a star

There is also the kind of fire at a late night church gathering.
The one that is built to last whilst the whole congregation sways to the praise of their God.

But then theres perhaps the best kind of fire.
The one that is surrounded by your friends.
One of them brought his acoustic guitar
He picks it up and starts playing
That girl you've had a crush on starts singing and you freeze.
The elegance of the guitar mixes with the rich voice of the girl
Together the sounds brings goosebumps to your arms
Tears to your eyes.
The only interruption is the crackle of the fire
The whole group, other than the singer
Is quite
Everyone holding their breath.
So that they don't disturb the moment

I don't know if I know you yet,
I'm only 19 after all.

I don't know if I've made you laugh,
But I can already hear it now.

I've probably made you smile,
I'm sure it made my day.

I probably even once have made you cry,
I hope it was forgivable.

I know one things for sure,
Future wife.

I already love you.

I said not to read this,
Foolish child
It's to late now
Or can you stop?

It is temptation
To know fear
In the flesh

Now don't worry child
It will only hurt
A little

Do you remember
Those dark nights
Turning off the lights
And sprinting to your bed

As dark shadows
Slashed at your
Shaking ankle

Heart pounding
As the dark sets on
Thickly
A syrup filling your lungs

How the sheets.
They were your protection
Wraped tightly around you
Nothing could penetrate them

But as the night sets in
Not even light can save you now
As the flickering of candles
Cast light upon aproching shadows

Oh the cold
The shivers
The standing hair
Your sheets a permafrost
Freezing you in place

Only able to watch in fear
Shadows lapping hungrly at your bed
As things unknown
Approach

The sounds
The gentle squeek of floorboards
The bruixng of incisors

Sorounding you
Enveloping you

You feel it
The vibration
Of a hundred warm bodies
Nawing
Clawing
Pounding into your skull

Theres no escape
No way
It's far to late now
Think you can sleep?
Do you really want to close your eyes?

Is that wise?
Do you think your alone?
Are you that foolish?
Why don't you open your eyes

Let me enlighten you
Let the dark come to the light
Let your fear
Become flesh

Don't worry child
It will only hurt
A little

I once told you,
That my dreams
Were never as good as they once were,
Because none of them

None of them compared to my reality,
My dream come true with you,

Yet here I am tonight
Wishing for something that's not a nightmare
Because all that time ago you left me.

So here I lay tonight,
Still hoping to dream of you
Now do me a favor,
And dream of me too

Then maybe in the morning,
We can make our dreams come true

I remember seeing you in my dreams.

You were walking towards me in a field,
The bottom of your sun dress brushing over queen Anns Lace and yellow wild flowers.  

When you made to me you wrapped me in your arms.

I planted a kiss on your forehead.

I miss my dream.
And I miss you.

Sometimes when the sunset is stunning,
It reminds me of how much I want to watch it with you.

I miss you.

In the dead of winter.
When there's several feet of snow outside.

I sit in the kitchen,
Freshly made tea in front of me,
It's steam billowing upwards with the conviction that it matters.

The only thing missing is another cup of tea next to me and someone to sip on it with.

I miss you.

A duel you've challenged me to
One you can't hope to compare
You be the fly and I the shoe
Or maybe a rabbit i will ensnare

Go ahead make your move
Try to out verse me
You won't be this smooth
You'll be on your knees begging a plea

I'll cut threw your sappy verse
**** all over your rhyme
We can carry you out in a hearse
It won't take much time

So bring me my glory
Lay at my feet
Your fight won't be much a story
Once your deceit

Why'd you do it
Why'd you fight
Why'd you come at me tonight

I am fire
I am death
Stab you in the back
Modern Macbeth

Here I stand
Cavalry of words behind
Of course to you I'll remind

Bow before
Kiss my feet
Or die in fight
Sure deceit

Back down
Submit to me
Maybe I'll be gracious
And share my tea

Alternate persona
Smart for someone
"Spitting Fire"
But can't even light a match

Swipe
Swipe
Snap

Your chance just broke
An unfufulling fire
To couple with your unfufulling verse

If a battle of blades you desire
Then don't worry about your precious little knife
It won't be dented as it will never touch mine
My sword will split you
Head to toe

Let me build up some lyrical ammo
Throw on some camo
I'll lyrical burry you in snow
In the spring food for crow
Just, so you know

Ain't no "bandersnatch" gonna scare this country kid away
I'll take your mythical mut
Hunt it
**** it
Gut it
Deep-fry it
Serve with some pork gravy
And a some iced tea

So maybe you should call off your dog
Before it ends up on the dinning room table with my family saying our pre dinner prayers to God.

Pitter
Patter

Pitter
Patter

Shallow
Quick
Jerking breaths

Glance around
Rapid breaths

Eyes left
Eyes right

Eyes left
Eyes right

Memories
Memories of earlier

Memories of my humans playing with yarn
Memories of my humans brushing me

Memories of my feet running gleefully

I remember I remember
Running in the road

I remember I remember
Never again I was told

I disobeyed I remember

I lay here now
I don't remember

Yowling running crawling now

My humans around
Tears in there eyes

I can't look at them

Isolation

They can't see me like this

Or they will remember

I realized today that people are not the top if the food chain,

It may be beleaved that we are,

But that is a common misconception.

We are not the top,

Guns are

I know why you're mad...
I don't blame you for that
I would be too.

Your sister isn't the only one I hurt,
Yes believe it or not you have feelings too
But we are fixing what we broke.

So I hope someday you'll move past this,
I know it won't be easy
But I almost lost your sister,
And it would **** to lose you too.

Friends are like bad days,

They seem to be fine most of the time,
Then they decide to
Stab you in the back
And ask you if your ok?
You seem pale,
As I bleed to death on the floor.

But it's alright, clearly they cared about my well being.
Stabbing me was for my own good.

It only nearly ruined the rest of my life.

But hey, what are bad friends for anyway?

My feet are cold.
Maybe one too many tears froze to them now.  

Standing in my own tundra of regret,

He who should walk through the Valley of the Shadow of Death...

The wind stings my face.
It whispers in my ear:
~Happiness will never find you~
I wish it would lie to me.

I take a step forward so I can look at the track I left behind.

I peer close and see the destruction of my soul,
Ripped from her hands,
Torn by my teeth,
Shredded by her words.

Laying tattered underfoot.
Discarded.
Forgotten.
Alone.

Oh God I'm alone.
With only my mistress of depression to accompany me.

I lay in the permafrost, using the snow as a blanket, and shiver.

When the waters of a rising ocean quench the fires of a burning society maybe people will believe in the science that could have prevented it all.

Fresh at birth
So smooth and small
Fingers with such little girth
Even as you learn to crawl

So smooth and small
No longer
Even as you learn to crawl
Your hands become stronger

No longer
As you move through life
Your hands become stronger
Pulling you through strife

As you move through life
Your hands develope
Pulling you through strife
Innocence past corrupt

Your hands develope
Touching the life of others
Innocence past corrupt
But gentle as lovers

Touching the life of others
Finding a spouce
But gentle as lovers
Love unable to douse

Finding a spouce
New hands coming to Earth
Love unable to douse
Fresh at birth

Okay, sorry this isn't a poem, but it's for many more poems. I'm going be starting a year long series. Each day I will be taking a verse from the Bible and writing a poem about it. Eventually my app will give me a hard verse, so I would like it if any of you have a favorite verse or more, please share it below and I'll add it in eventually. I won't be posting everyday, but I will be writting everyday (time allowing).

If in once I dream I saw
My life before me,
I think I would turn and flee

I can imagine what I'd see,
Roaring hatred and laughter
All about me.

I could see my heart
As it flies in the air,
Each piece its own separate entity

A family torn the middle
As I cannot be understood,
Why must I be hated,
When I try to love a little.

If the past does repeat,
Then I am truly *******
As every girl before,
Left my heart for rot.

I can see myself
Putting others before me,
Stretching the chasm a bridge,
Only to be walked on
And never picked up.

Yet I'll do it time and again
The more I save the better
As even if they won't remember me,
They might never look back.

I see my future as bleak,
But better bleak than sorry
As every friend that crosses,
Lives a little more than me.

I love you

A little boy sits in his third grade classroom
He wonders why he hasn't any friends
He asks his mom
"Why!"
Why do they look at me like I am different
Why am I so alone

I love you

A few years later on the soccer field
A boy from the other team nocks him over
Instead of anyone helping him up
They all laugh
Even his own team.
He asks his coach the next day
Why no one helped him
Instead his coach walked away

I love you

Finnaly he graduates high school
Everyone around him is hugging and celebrating
Except the three foot radius between him and the nearest person at any time

Before he could leave though a girl walked up and hugged him
When she let go three years had gone by and she was in a beautiful white dress and the boy now a man smiled

I love you

The boy loved his wife
Every morning he called her beautiful
Every night he kissed her forhead before sleep
Even the day he got the call that his mother had unexpectedly passed away

I love you

The boy missed his mother
He he looked for her in the clouds
In the Bible
In the bottom of every bottle

I love you

Along came a day when his wife told him to stop looking and read
Three hours later she was packed and the divorce papers were signed

I love you

He cried that night
He missed his mother
He missed his wife
He looked to the sky and cried
"Father!"
Why am I alone
Please don't let this happen to me

I love you

That's all he heard
When he woke up he realized he was not alone
He had God to lead his life

You see when the boy asked his mother
"Why!"

Something special happened
That night he dreamed a life without
God

He soon learned God was always saying to him

I love you

He realized real friends aren't had
They are made threw life long experience

God placed the boy at a crossroads between

Love
And
Anything less

The boy now knew he simple had to chose love

He knew he could because
He was loved

I love you

I'm in love and there's nothing I can do about it.

It wasn't on purpose,
So don't give me that look.

I didn't choose this folly,
It is doomed before it will begin.

You see. I'm not in love with just
A cute face
Or a nice smile

I'm in love with Grace
And it's been coming for awhile.

I knew her when I was young.
I guess you could say she's my childhood hero.

You know most people look to Superman-
Or wonder woman-
Someone.

I looked up to the person who saved my life.

No she didn't take a bullet or anything.
She talked to me.
She became my friend.

My first one at the age of 11

Sure I had a couple people I called friends,
But they couldn't match this girl.

She boggled my mind.

I was suicidal.
With Grace I loved life.

Nothing there has changed.

She drove me to become who I am today.

So here I am now.

Nineteen and in love.
There's nothing to do.
I know she's not interested, and we're both leaving the area for college.
So I'm in love, and there's nothing I can do.

So do me a favor, and tell the person you love that you do,
Because it's something I won't be able to do.

I'm still awake.

I'm still awake.

My mind is foggy-
My stomach is churning-
Starbucks booster pack
Double punching me in the gut...

34 hours ago I woke up.

I'm still awake.

I'm still awake.

And it *****.

As I look into a mirror
I see my own two eyes
My soul I couldn't see clearer
Dark behind the lies

I see my own two eyes
Making their claim
My soul i couldn't see clearer
They judged me in despise

Making their claim
Repentance was my charge
They judged me in despise
I was a sinner at large

Repentance was my charge
To holy waters I must take
I was a sinner at large
Hurry, go, find the lake

To holy waters must take
My soul i couldn't see clearer
I was a sinner at large
As I look into a mirror

Poetfreak was my first poetry home
Skill and pants optional

It brought me in and introduced me
To possibilities.

Ones that I alone contained,

But it was not hard to try.
In every post was people giving affirmation,
In every clever prose there was a wave
If encouragement and advice.

Then the cruelty of someone who loves destroying a community corrupted my home.

It broke down rules,
It took over people's profiles.

Ultimately it shut us down.

It's not the same here.

It's not that HP is bad,
It's just not home.

I feel like I'm on an awkward first date
During our first dance
And I'm being held at arm's length.
Even though I'm trying to get closer.

I just want to be closer.
I want this to be a new home.

I've been here long enough to wonder if that's possible.

There are some things I have wanted to say.
Stories I've wanted to tell

I wanted to tell you how the moon, on that special lunar occasion,
How it is red not because of the blood moon,
Rather because it is the reflection of a thousand sunsets all on one canvas.

Or I could tell you about that old lady I saw on the street the other day

How the wrinkles on her ***** hands matched that on her torn shirt.
How those wrinkles looked like waving rows of wheat to the bread she'll never eat

I could talk about the sunset!
Oh the sunset!
How the last ray of sun light is like that of the love of an old man who watched his wife of fifty years fall from cancer.
How even though his light is gone, he can still see her image refracted on the horizon, as if one last kiss to the world

I could talk about the young girl down the block,
The one who people call "fake" because she covers her face in foundation,
The same face her boyfriend left bruised and swollen.

I can talk about the girl I saw on my walk today.
The one who flinched every time her father raised his hand,
The one that wasn't holding his beer of course.

I could talk about sunsets.
I could talk about the beauty of the moon.
I could talk about a lot of things.

I could talk about poverty
I could talk about abuse or ****
I could talk about a lot of things

Society dictates that I should talk about the good things
I should talk about the sunset, and the butterflies
Oh! The butterflies!

Society is a lot like a butterfly
Its beautiful,
Free,
Alive

But society has heavy problems

Ones that "can't be talked about"

The weight of these problems will rip the wings from a butterfly.
Leaving it to fall to the Earth

Earth, where it will be forgotten
It will be stamped upon
It will be ignored

Until one day it dies
Until it's suddenly a tragedy,

What a pity

are some things I have wanted to say.
Stories I've wanted to tell

I wanted to tell you how the moon, on that special lunar occasion,
How it is red not because of the blood moon,
Rather because it is the reflection of a thousand sunsets all on one canvas.

Or I could tell you about that old lady I saw on the street the other day

How the wrinkles on her ***** hands matched that on her torn shirt.
How those wrinkles looked like waving rows of wheat to the bread she'll never eat

I could talk about the sunset!
Oh the sunset!
How the last ray of sun light is like that of the love of an old man who watched his wife of fifty years fall from cancer.
How even though his light is gone, he can still see her image refracted on the horizon, as if one last kiss to the world

I could talk about the young girl down the block,
The one who people call "fake" because she covers her face in foundation,
The same face her boyfriend left bruised and swollen.

I can talk about the girl I saw on my walk today.
The one who flinched every time her father raised his hand,
The one that wasn't holding his beer of course.

I could talk about sunsets.
I could talk about the beauty of the moon.
I could talk about a lot of things.

I could talk about poverty
I could talk about abuse or ****
I could talk about a lot of things

Society dictates that I should talk about the good things
I should talk about the sunset, and the butterflies
Oh! The butterflies!

Society is a lot like a butterfly
Its beautiful,
Free,
Alive

But society has heavy problems

Ones that "can't be talked about"

The weight of these problems will rip the wings from a butterfly.
Leaving it to fall to the Earth

Earth, where it will be forgotten
It will be stamped upon
It will be ignored

Until one day it dies
Until it's suddenly a tragedy,

What a pity-Oh look! A celebrity!

I have a crush
That is the fact of it

If she were you,
By you I mean reading this
I would blush

I don't really want you knowing how I feel.
Sorry not sorry.

How would you react?
Probably poorly.

I fear you would isolate
You wouldn't have to run
You live to far away.

But then because I am foolish I would try to win your heart.
I might as well try if you're hear

I would tell you that I love you like the moon loves the waters.
Even though both are pulled by the more practical sun,
They yearn for each other in matrimony

That's not good enough.

I would love you like a butterfly loves a flower
It does not concern itself with the circumstances around the flower.
It just lands because it knows it's where it belongs

That was bad

I love you in the way that I love you
This meaning I would love you till
Death do us part
I would help you threw
Good and bad
Happy and sad
I would love you like no person can

But you wouldn't fall for me.
I'm far to much of who I am.

Mamma always told me-
I was struck motionless at the sight of her
Son,
Don't let me catch you playin' with fire.-
Her hair was ablaze
One of these days you're gonna get burned. -
Yet I am but a moth to her flame

Sometimes in life.
Life just *****.
And that's life.
Which *****.
****...

Am I to late?
did I make it in time?
have you made a new vain,
from the vain within?

Have you colored yourself,
With that Crimson stain?
Can I help ease the pain?

If I made it then you will see,
that new lines are not needed,
when you are with me,
I'm here to help you,
just don't give up the fight.

Because those little silver lines,
they can't affect this heart of mine.

A day like today is but that,
Another **** day.

Just me,
My self,
My own personal swamp.
A bed ready to share...
Next to the desk you set your hair ties on.
Above the floor you set your bags on when you visit.

But today is just another **** day without you.

But a day like tomorrow,
Oh but a day like tomorrow...

There will be hair ties on my desk,
Extra bags on my floor,
And best of all someone here to share my bed with.
So that tomorrow will not be just another day,

But a day where long distance becomes short,
Even for just a few short days.

My world is a fire of ash and iron
Burning desire and ashen wishes
My ears bleed with the warning siren
As if a hammers kisses'

Punch me in the chest
Breaking threw my sternum
All my verses for her are my best
But the blazing hammer demands I burn them

Charcoal confetti showers us
More than rice ever will
Brand me with our plea of trust
Then to our trust must we ****

Let us vanquish this blaze
Douse our fire under water
Let's think of the many ways
Let it graduate us as its alma mater

Like good students let's learn our lesson
So we don't have to bring eachother pain
Let us look at eachother and count it a blessin
Leave behind our crimson stain

But sooner or later one of us will fall off the deep end
So if not bit by fire
To the deepest depths we descend
Stabbed by our beloved Rose's briar

Into the depths of accusations
We arrive at the same vocation
Needing proper annotation
For a change in our relation
Tune us to a different station
So we can leave this filthy crustacean
Let be heard the deceleration
I'm moving to a different nation
Call it a love vacation
I'm leaving this deformation
This demoralization
This incarnation
But wait

What about desperation
For jubilation
And my reclamation
Of a chance for replication
With Reformation
Maybe a salvation
For our situation
Maybe threw communication
We can fix this obliteration
Of our love

I love you

Oh look now you did it
She now thinks your
So
Into her!

But you're not.
You grew up with this girl
She is basically your little sister

But society dictates that you are now
In a relationship

Word will get back to your own girlfriend
She will listen to society
All of a sudden nothing you say matters
She is gone

Word gets back to your parents
They kick you out of the house for adultery
No Mennonite family is going to let that happen

As your world falls around you
You realize that you are no longer
Alowed to
Love

Love is such a taboo word
Twisted by societies
Contorted and circus glass reflected view
Of love

The Spanish have it good
They have many ways to express love
Only te amo counting for a spouse

But in America. Home of the rash and quick to judge, we have one phrase

One phrase to cover them
One phrase for them
One phrase for them all and in ignorance confine them.

My shoulder is damp.

It's been a rough week.

"College is tough kids"
Too bad they never told us it was never the work.

College is tough.
Because people are tough.

Because my friends sob every night because some
*******
Thought she was his God given right.

In the span of three months 3 of my friends are *****.
Yet their cries are an empty echo down the presidential hall.

So instead they cry.

Last night one of them told me,
I let him get close to me... we were friends. Now I'm scared to have guy friends... even you.

So my letter is

Dear ******* Everywhere,

Next time you think about touching a girl without concent, how about you go **** yourself with sandpaper instead.
-The guy losing his friend because you decided her body was your property