I was never one to stay and you were always one to leave.
We were from opposite corners of the same puzzle,
But how I wish we could have clicked together.
& maybe in some sense we both already did.
We were both wanderers-
Seekers of the great unknown.
Walking the paths of others before us
Just to find a place to call home.
& I suppose I should be happy-
No, thankful-
In having our paths crossed.
But it's quite a shame they weren't intertwined.
I would have liked that very much.

we pour our hearts out onto paper,
into the streets, i n t o  someone's
mouth,    into    anything    that
could even begin to   hold  all
that   l o n g i n g,   all  those
staples  and  plaster   a n d
glue.  we  forget  that  we
thought our love could
run like rivers, forget
that  we  had   o u r
hearts set on some
b l u r r y,  sunny
dream     of     a
future.       w e
forgetbecause
we  have  to,
becausewe
need  to,
because
otherwi­se
this will eat
us alive- this
will pull at our
seams  from   the
inside-out until all
of  our  pieces   start
p o p p i n g  off when
we're just  trying  to buy
groceries or play  with  our
nieces and nephews. we forget
because we have no other choice.

people say, "expect the worst." well, i say, "expect the inevitable."

sometimes in life, we always think there's an end to everything; a negative end, a sad death of something, that we'd get the idea of not living anymore and join a dead person or relationship in the grave. but in reality, death isn't always about end either, because after a death, you move on. we can't expect a death or an end, and that's it... we have to move on. i think moving on is inevitable. we may not notice it, but soon we find ourselves being okay with the fact that a relative's six feet under or that we don't get sweet 'goodnight' messages from a significant one. we just keep pressing forward and surviving the remaining days of our lives. living just as we used to, only, with a better perspective of everything around us, especially with the inevitable.