People come and go,
women especially,
but if you're lucky someday you'll met her,
the girl that rips your life in two,
into the time before you met her,
and the time after.

I always thought that I was immune,
impervious to that sickness known as love,
a childhood condition,
a fictitious construction,
but things don't always go your way.

We speak of love in varying degrees,
hushed tones or from the rooftop,
we often speak of fate and destiny,
soul-mates,
but if I've learned anything from life,
it's that love in this context is common.

A common love,
a common interest,
fear of dying alone,
no,
anything done out of fear isn't worth my breath,
and real love isn't born out of mutual admiration,
it isn't a byproduct of infatuation,
born of the imaginings of the human mind.

Love is often one sided,
often unexpected,
and always messy,
it takes work and conviction,
more stamina than I can muster,
more depth of field than a single lens.

Love is working until the day you die,
love is raising children,
holding their hand as they take their first steps,
love is enduring until the end,
the end that will come,
holding her as her body succumbs to disease,
choking back tears as you taste the fear in her eyes,
and following her down the rabbit hole,
the light at the end of the tunnel,
death only a beginning.

Love is an aching pain in the pit of your chest,
love is a struggle,
fighting claw and tooth for some peace of mind,
love is dramatic,
love is stupid,
love is overwrought,
love is an unspoken oath,
love is a trust hard earned,
not easily broken,
a chain tied around your throat,
reminding you to keep your composure,
and keep her close.

Love exists not for you,
it exists for her,
a bond built between two,
and the children that will someday come,
unborn promises,
aloft on gilded wing,
sail set ablaze by the human heart.

I love you girl,
the way you smile,
reflection of the sun in your eye,
the way you cry at every curve in the path,
the way you fall in and out of love at the drop of a feather,
the way you bear self inflicted scars,
the way you can't make sense of the thunderclouds in your head,
your fear of turbulent weather,
the way your body language betrays you,
a thin veneer of sunshine,
I love that you aren't perfect,
I love that we met as children,
understanding in our adolescence,
and looking forward as adults.

**** it!

I love you girl,
I love you as my best friend,
the shell of my shyness torn asunder,
I love you as a sister,
ever present,
I love you as a symbol of brighter days,
filling me with nostalgia,
I love you as a lover,
a beauty best appreciated under setting sun,
I love you as an idealistic fool,
weeping for the futility of it all,
I love you as a fellow dreamer,
believing that one day,
and perhaps given a bit of luck,
I'll love you as a wife,
forever my partner in crime.

The soul of an angel,
and the heart of a saint,
recipient of my fear,
admiration,
and hope for the future.

Hell is a place I will not go,
if only for a friend,
the friend I've found in you.

"Destiny is the bridge you build,
to the one you love."

When I dream of equality...what's that got to be?
Should my business only hire people that look like me?
I should buy a white slave and set them free-In some centuries
Then never trust their kind simply standing next to me
Even though my kind brought them from their land!
I wont lift my feet when they need a hand!
I mean who do they think I am?
The descendant of the people who owned them?
Or that I'm living on stuff they built?
How dare they try and throw this guilt?
I'll never trust them publicly or expect them to be close to me
How tragic they cannot behave civilly- Just like me
They say my money is stained in blood
And I cringe when I hear them sling this mud
I mean I don't get anything for free!
Always screaming take some responsibility
Is it my fault all the owners look just like me?
We all believe in equality so go build your own   economy!

People are just cruel.
They have no sympathy.
No empathy.
No sense of reality.

I am sick of my friends, and their sicknesses and illnesses,
And their lies and false affection.
Are there people who care, beyond this bubble of deceit?
Do you not see the pain you inflict?

People are just cruel.
They are only out for themselves.
And you, who says he is not,
Well you're about as shallow as the rest of them.

A liar is worse than a terrible friend,
I may be neglectful and hateful and cruel,
But at least I am true.
That's the least you could do.