I want to write about the sunset, how the rays hit the ocean and it was so beautiful that I could almost shed a tear
But all that I can write about is how handsome you looked with your back to me as you stared at that same exact sunset
And all I can write about is how much I loved you at that exact moment and the sun could have fallen down and I probably would not have noticed

I want to write about how melancholy the rainstorms make me and how I get so lonely and depressed each and every time the sky cries
But all I can write about is how your eyes are the same exact color as the night sky right before a rain storm in the middle of July
And all I can write about is even when the sky was having a mental breakdown full of rain all I could think about was how content I was being wrapped in your embrace

I want to write about how genuinely happy and bright I feel once the Birds of Paradise start to bloom in the spring
But all I can write about is how they are the flower I could see from the porch swing at my mother's house where we talked about our future children
And all I can write about is how much I miss talking to you at four in the morning when the rest of the world was asleep, everyone except for us and those Birds of Paradise

I want to write about nature and beauty and the weather and happiness and I don't want to keep writing about you
But it's you.
It's never anyone or anything else, but you

Sigh, last poem of you, who is about?
Am I rude and selfish?
All I care about is my needs, isn't it?
So am I like *******?
You are a walking contradiction
Do you have a medical condition?

I don't worry about you, beloved
I'm not worried.
I just do not feel good
I'm not happy, I'm  not glad

I'm not selfish
I can get hurt too
You know I am not made of stone
What about when you hurt someone?

Yes, you stole my smile.
How am I supposed to trust you,
when you took my look without permission?
I took it away because it was mine, not yours
It's not selfish it's protecting yourself, ****!
And you actually wrote a hate poem on it
Look, I have feelings and a little bit of emotion.

-Sorry, bye
Why bye?
Now I'm talking to you
I'm not treating you like anything
I'm just saying my part
You just want to say yours, but you won't listen to me!

i try to do what i am told,
i try to be bold,
i try to escape the cold,
i try to fit in the mold,
but, behold,
i am uncontrolled,
i am free,
to be me,
to see,
to flee,
from from it all,
i am free.

Half the fun of life is unwrapping the present of self...to find out who we are and how GREAT we are.