Why can I love two when
I may only have one?
Is the boy I am with
Just a flame that is done
Or the man I'll marry?

Is the man I have met
Just infatuation
Or is there so much more
To this situation?
These thoughts make me wary.

Out of sight, out of mind;
I am happy with both
Until I am alone
Caught between bliss and oath.
Why must it be scary?

This is not fair to me
Or to either of them;
Why can't it be simple?
My heart is split even.
Love is arbitrary.

You can't have what you want
For you want it too much;
Your obsession destroys
Everything that you touch.

It's like you squeeze so tight
Until he cannot breathe;
Then he must run or die,
As you refuse relief.

It is blatant nature;
Obvious as you go
Bathe in your ignorance
And put on the same show.

The tears,  "I don't know why"
But we tell you each time:
You must love at distance,
Tone down your persistence
And love him enough so
He will not want to go.

You love in a way I cannot;
You just love the idea of it,
Not the partner you think you do
And my reasons are quite concrete;
You cannot end a toxic flame
That is burning you to the bone
Until there is another man
Lined up, or he leaves you alone
On his own terms; then you panic.
You jump to the next man you find
That is handsome and popular,
Not keeping character in mind.
It is all for show, but for whom?
I see through your silly facade
And I pity you as I can't
Fathom to ever once applaud
Such mindless need for disaster,
For he never does any good
And all you're left with is worry;
Of tragedy, 'tis your prelude
For you never listen to me
And hear only what you wish to;
I could never love in such ways;
Surrender myself as you do?
I'd rather never love to start
If I was quite as frail in heart.

Let me not to the marriage of true minds
Admit impediments. Love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds,
Or bends with the remover to remove.
O no, it is an ever-fixèd mark
That looks on tempests and is never shaken;
It is the star to every wand’ring bark,
Whose worth’s unknown, although his height be taken.
Love’s not Time’s fool, though rosy lips and cheeks
Within his bending sickle’s compass come;
Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,
But bears it out even to the edge of doom.
    If this be error and upon me proved,
    I never writ, nor no man ever loved.

In ten years, I believe my life will be great.

And every day that passes, I add on to it,
Memories swirling through my head.

Dreams of mine are sweet and simple
Elegant, in their own exquisite way
And I treasure them dearly
Dreaming of beautiful times to come.

In ten years from now, I'll be in love;
Not with just anyone, but he will be my
S o u l m a t e
In every shape and form; he'll protect me.
Dreams do come true; I'll prove it.
Everything will be okay, ten years from now.

most people read from left to right, not up and down.
read me from left to right, you'll understand what I really say;
read me up and down, you'll understand what I actually mean.
people are deeper than they are given credit for.
remember that.

You are the rain after a long winter,
The country stars on a midsummer night,
The soft breeze when I stand by the ocean,
And the peace after a long lasting fight.
You are the sweetness of innocent love;
You are as deep as that first broken heart;
You are untouched by time's strong clawing clasp;
You are living, breathing, magical art.

You are too young to die, they say
But now my friend is there dying
And here I am, healthy, alive
And I know they have been lying
For she is just my age, "too young"
With an ovarian cancer.
Her wedding and graduation
All in May-why?-give me answers!
Is this now some sick joke to life?
Where we all dream of full futures
And then when our dreams are brimming
Some win, the rest see raw torture?
It is a twisted circus act
Where the parents tell their babies
They will one day find love and age,
When that promise is a maybe?
We trust our mothers and fathers
To tell us the ways of the world
But here I am, too young to die--
Then there's my friend, a dying girl.