.                     Courage. It takes a bucket of sweat
Coming from I am not sure where in my hands

And drops dripping from a faucet-like-forehead
                                            ­                         To express
                     Words. I said to my friends that I had butterflies,
As I referred to that specific feeling in the seventh grade,

That fluttered in my stomach to see the light of day
                                                             ­       And find
                      You. My childhood friend whose hair I'd pull
To get a pinch, a scratch, a stare of contempt

That would later turn into a game of catch me if you can
                                                             ­       Later during
                     Recess. I had planned it all out, I had another friend
Tell you what I didn't dare say to your face

Because I had never asked a girl out on a date,
                                                           ­        My first
                     Crush. I felt my chest sinking in when later that day
You came up to me with an annoyed look in your face

And the only words that you could say was that you didn't date
                                                            ­       Guys like
                     Me.  I was never sure what I was supposed to do
Or how it was supposed to make me feel,

I just know that whoever you thought I was, I never
                                                           ­        Saw him
                     Again.

All of us, when young, gaze onto this field
Anxiously. At twenty-four-years old
We stand here feeling unbearably cold,
Unsure of everything, not quite steeled.
No man knows whence this vision descends;
Still, it shepherds us mysteriously
Toward glum perplexion. Now the one tree
That's always here presumably bends;

And with that, it's gone. Then begins our work:
Featherbrained nonsense we wish to shirk;
Then our duties: obligatory crap
Surveilling like a wiretap.
Then it's back, and it's sharp— almost a knife!— 
And it's familiar...it's...it's life.

Lift you up then drop you in moment

Broken from the fall that I created

You help me with so much of what I'm facin,
Then I look at you like I can take it....

Then I trip now fallen from mistakes now when I go to pray now not much I can say now  i know That I'm stupid man I come here just to lay down as I go to lay down your hand will be right there all the time okay I see now help me to begin now don't leave me hold me I pray now..

I am not up against an artless rival,
it seems
the revenge is crafty and the underhand
is lethal
but I cannot be stunned
please forgive me when I do this
what you never thought would occur
is now a harsh reality in your teeth

-c.j.

me and you,
we're sisters,
in more ways than one,
though, no one would would ever know.
when all is said and done.

maybe it was all of the damage,
that made everything so hard to manage.
& made it so easy for me to run.

sorry, it's not easy for me to forgive you,
and to have a better relationship with you,
but i love you deep down inside,
andwe've both made alot of mistakes through the years,
but i know that you tried.

maybe someday,
we'l be, just like the sisters on tv,
and you'l call me just to see how i am,
and we'l be closser you and me,
just like jackie and roseanne.