a prolonged fear~
that once you have, you will never have again. that once you take, you cannot take again. That what I had will never find it's way back. What I have is up to decide. The pit in my stomach does flips inside-instead of walking with an open mind. I'm worried. I really am

It’ll be a different kind of “I love you.”

not as harmful as the smoke entering an old lady’s lungs

Not as abrupt as a camflauge stop sign

Not as time consuming as old, rerun game Shows playing on loop while you sit and enjoy the company of your slowly dying grandma as she says goodbye. Slowly saying goodbye is much better than saying slowing dying

The spirit I seek
Is the only thing that can make me this whole

And I love it

Underneath my glittery lids and cheeks,

I am still glittering

Knowing he will try
Is much better than a lie

Some things are too good to be true
And others are just that good