I almost got into a car crash the other day.
This car swerved in front of me and then braked.
I had to slam on my brakes, going from 60 to 10 mph in a few seconds.
I could hear the screech, and smell the tires.
I could see the car a few feet away from the front of mine.

My natural reaction was to get away.  
I got into a different lane.
Because I didn't want to be near the crazy driver.
It was a natural, normal reaction.
I didn't hate the driver, I was just trying to save myself.

You're angry at me for not being your friend anymore.
But it's not because I hate you.
It's because I'm trying to survive.
It's a natural reaction to avoid things that hurt you.
I'm sorry for not being your friend anymore.
But I have to survive.

You always say
that I always may
declare creation
in those speech-act moments
when words become action
Thus see me breathe life
into hitherto stiff fancies
See me empowered by verbal magic
that conjures up fanciful shapes
in the image of my inclinations
So I say let there be beauty and wonder
a swallow swishing crazily past
and a lonely dove cooing for its mate
Let there be rustics exuding the rich smells of life
from newly-turned earth with neat furrows and fat worms
wood smoke and freshly-cut grass in musty he-goat odour
Variety is the spice of life the sages from long ago said
So let there be good-time girls and pompous pimps too
and petty thieves and flashy conmen in loud clothes
Let the world sizzle with a menu of a la carte activities -
sooty greasy grime and lurid crime to shock good people
In simple terms let the world be a poem teeming with life
and let its people know their roles in the scheme of things
Let them play their parts to perfection
while I try out a miscellany of diction and imagery
to capture and portray the wonder of another complex day

To dream of love is to find ones self
lifting pebbles in a field full of rocks
gazing through a mist of souls
searching through moonbeams
hiding in shadows that have never been cast
shining eyes through a blood red haze
drifting through these crystal days
gods that dream in the autumn light
slender arms on a  cold winters night
calm the rhythms of this eternal dance
as hearts take flight in a cerebral trance.

Full fathom five thy father lies;
Of his bones are coral made;
Those are pearls that were his eyes:
  Nothing of him that doth fade,
But doth suffer a sea-change
Into something rich and strange.
Sea-nymphs hourly ring his knell:
                        Ding-****.
  Hark! now I hear them—
                Ding-****, bell!

Being a girl,
Doesn't mean a three way hole,
Being a girl,
Means to be admired and respected as a whole..

Being a girl,
Doesn't mean that getting married is your goal,
Being a girl,
Means to be whatever your heart says to your soul..

Being a girl
Doesn't mean that (just) as a mother, wife or girlfriend is your role..
Being a girl,
Means that you need to prove yourself as a diamond in the mine of coal..

Being a girl,
Doesn't mean that entire your life you need to stay a tadpole..
Being a girl,
Means that you need to develop into a frog before getting ole..

Being a girl,
Doesn't mean that you are the negative of the dipole,
Being a girl,
Means that - you need to take your life's control..

Being a girl,
Doesn't mean to accept your worth to be ***** and *****,
Being a girl,
Means to accept your beauty, not just the duty,

Being a girl,
Doesn't mean that you can be a heroine just in the movie..
Being a girl,
Means that you can be a superhero in real life - you can be a ruby!

Whatever you do don't encourage him
Don't give him the comedic room to breathe
He'll take that last breath to go for a laugh
The slightest bit of room is all that he needs

Try your very best not to look at him
As his mind churns for something to say
Turning bad jokes into art, just doing his part
To bring that daily passion into the play

Don't smile, don't giggle, stand perfectly still
What ever you do don't even blink
Don't give him the out to open his mouth
Don't give him enough time to think

Whatever you do don't encourage him
Don't thaw that crazy from out of deep freeze
Cause you never know which way it will go
And it only helps to feed his off the wall needs

If you stay true to yourself (meaning always strive to be the best that you can be), then the nature of things will run its course in reflection.
There will always be bumps in the road, but it's where you're going that matters. Be the essence of yourself and seeds will be planted. The wind will blow.
Clouds will bring rain, and you will grow.