People love a poem they can relate to

People love a poem they can define for themselves.

People love a poem their heart sings to

A poem they can pick up off the shelf

I believe that everyone is
Brought together here
For a bigger reason than to
Exist and be near

I believe that what happened is
Part of both our fates
But that maybe somehow we are
In each other's pasts

They tell me that I need to teach
Him that no means no
But they do not understand in
My mind it's my fault

I don't feel like it was him who
Chose to break away
No, in fact he was the one who
Wanted me to stay

I asked him to please refrain but
He ignored my pleas
I feel like it's not a reason
To get up and leave

I don't know what I should do, should
I return to him
Or should I prove that no means no
Resist; not give in

Did it make him in the wrong when
He ignored my wish
Or was it just some silly thing
To check off my list?

I wish I could see the way of
What I'm meant to do
If our strings are broken now, and
Severed back in two

Or if God has a plan for us for
Better or for bad
But, I choose to trust in him and
To trust in his plan

To the long car rides
And the junk food trips
To the loud radio
And miscellaneous gifts
To the goodbye hugs
And “Hello agains”
To the happy beginnings
And all the sad ends
To the “You look goods”
And the “Eh, not so much’s”
And the deep conversations
That no one else touches
To the 5-minute arguments
And later apologies
And the “How do you do this?”
And the help with technology
To the I-can’t-hear country songs
And the speaker-vibrating bass
And the dealing with people
With undeserved grace
To the long midnight laughter
‘Till we’re told to shut up
And the splitting of drinks
Between two paper cups
To the cooking our own stuff
‘*** we’re just that cool
And the angry frustrations
With people at school
To the late-night shrieks because of the mice
And letting them go because we’re so nice
Here’s to the worst times
The bad, and the good
And here’s to “I love you”
And “By me you’ve stood”
I love you, dearie
And I always will
So here’s to 18
And time standing still

She was sent away
They didn't understand her here
She used to have wonderful dreams
But they never lasted
Because
Always, just before
It got good
She would begin to smile
And then
She woke up
And the room
Was not hers
And the house
Was not her house
And the air
Was not her city air,
And the bed
Was not her bed
And that place
Was not where she belonged.