The day we met I told you I loved you,
And you laughed at me.
Four years to the day and I said it again,
And you kissed me on the cheek.
Our personalities bite at each other.
You're sweet and kind;
I'm aggressive and bitter.
You're the first thing people see about me;
I'm the last they see of you.
Four years to the day,
And we still complete each other's sandwiches.
I make obscure references,
You buy me the things that fuel them anyways.
People don't get us.
Maybe it's because I'll always love you
And You'll always see me as a sister.
Our friendship is tightnit.
Like the sweater for cold weather that I keep in my trunk just for you.
I know you like the back of my hand,
You know me more than anyone else could ever understand.
Four years to the day,
And this time I wouldn't change a thing about us.
Because I'll always love you,
My unrelated non-blood sister.

every good catholic is raised in believing
that there are Seven deadly sins.
Lust, Gluttony, Sloth, Greed, Pride---
just to name a few.
Me? I believe there are Eight.
The original seven, and Love.
Love is a deadly, venomous sin.
it takes you from who you are,
and makes you someone you are not.
one day you're smiling and laughing,
the next day your hands shake
and the scars are blade deep.
Love, is the ultimate sin.
It changes you.
And some times,
Without you knowing it,
It changes them too.

You're all I taste..

Besides the nicotine
and the alcohol
I've been doing since
you were gone.

i'm trying to fix my relationships with
the things that i say i hate
i love you, allergies.
thank you for
letting me know when the seasons are changing
i love you, split ends
thank you for
telling me i need a haircut
i love you, sore throat
thank you for
making me stop screaming
i love you, ****** internet
thank you for
making me go outside
i love you, mommy
thank you for
everything
i love you, girl he cheated with
thank you for
making me realize i wasn't the first choice
and i love you, baby
thank you for
breaking my heart

Life is like a good suit.
Expensive to maintain at times,
Flashy when done right.
And sensitive to the things around us.
Life is like a good suit.

Life is like a silk suit.
Delicate to the touch.
Easily worn down.
And repairable when given time.
Life is like a silk suit.

Life is like a suit. So wear it carefully and show it to a few, because life is like a suit. It needs careful care, and love with every wear.