I know you're mad at me now,
But that doesn't mean I don't still love you,
The ups and downs yet still somehow,
I know deep down you love me too,
This is just a bump in our very long road,
The road we stay on through and through,
For what you give me your debt is still owed,
I love you now and forever you know I do.

You're beautiful,
You're special,
You're wonderful,
So pure,
You're everything,
You're my world,
You're funny,
So true,
We fight,
We laugh,
We joke,
It's all,
For each other,
Like no other,
For our life,
Together forever.

The world's a bubble; and the life of man less than a span.
In his conception wretched; from the womb so to the tomb:
Curst from the cradle, and brought up to years, with cares and fears.
Who then to frail mortality shall trust,
But limns the water, or but writes in dust.
Yet, since with sorrow here we live oppress'd, what life is best?
Courts are but only superficial schools to dandle fools:
The rural parts are turn'd into a den of savage men:
And where's a city from all vice so free,
But may be term'd the worst of all the three?

Domestic cares afflict the husband's bed, or pains his head:
Those that live single, take it for a curse, or do things worse:
Some would have children; those that have them none; or wish them gone.
What is it then to have no wife, but single thralldom or a double strife?
Our own affections still at home to please, is a disease:
To cross the sea to any foreign soil, perils and toil:
Wars with their noise affright us: when they cease,
We are worse in peace:
What then remains, but that we still should cry,
Not to be born, or being born, to die.

You’re the reason for my favorite poem,
why I buy extra-strength whitening toothpaste,
the best part of Mondays.

You’re a showtune in the shower,
my pre-slumber what-if,
and also the best part of Tuesdays.

I worry that you notice
when my shoes smell bad
so I bought the expensive kind of Febreeze.

The constellations hide tonight.
The only light I can see is from dim porch  bulbs  from far off houses.  They've
been neglectfully left on  while their weary owners rest, and they flicker
relentlessly, threatening to leave me in the darkness.

It's just me and the pines tonight; their silhouettes towering like deities over
me.  A coyote wails in the distance, his cry carrying over miles. I lay back
onto the grass and mourn with him. Together,  we howl into the night, our
tormented wails evaporating into the charcoal sky.

The first time your hand fit into mine was in September
At the homecoming dance
I wore a black dress and heels that hurt my feet
You wore a bow tie and a smile that could light up a room
And you asked me to dance with you for a song
You spun me until I got too dizzy to spin anymore
Then brought me a punch and a chocolate chip cookie
And sat on the floor with me in the back of the room
And talked faster than the beat of the music
As we watched everyone else dance the night away

The first time you called me yours was in October
At the fall festival
I wore a bright red scarf, and your hoodie because I forgot mine
So I let you wear my hat because your ears were cold
And you bought me a popcorn
After I lost the cake walk using the tickets you gave me
And I tried to toss pieces into your mouth
But I kept missing, and hit your nose instead
Then you pulled me to the bounce houses
And we jumped around like little kids again
And we laughed louder than the sound of the autumn wind in the trees

The first time you met my parents was in November
At my house, when you came over to do all my favorite things with me
I wore my favorite plaid shirt, the one you liked on me
You wore a striped shirt and your favorite sneakers with the colors on the sole
And we watched our favorite cartoons and ate cookie dough on the sofa
We made silly faces at my camera in the car on the way to your house
Where you played piano for me and your little brother wasn’t wearing a shirt
And I met your dog and your little sister that you love very much
And that day we talked about the future, our future
As we looked at the giant map on the wall and dreamed of cities far away from here

The first time you told me you loved me was in December
At the fountains in the mall
When we went to the movies
Where I wore my glasses that matched yours, because you liked them on me
And snuck sandwiches and chips into the theatre in my bag
And we bought a box of candy and a soda together
After you carried me to the box office on your back then paid for my ticket
And we laughed all through the film
Then quoted it all the time afterwards
And in our photo together our eyes shone brighter than the Christmas lights on the tree
In the center of the shopping plaza

The first time we went a day without speaking was in January
At school
When I didn’t see you at lunch, because you were sitting with someone else
I brushed it off until it happened again
And again
And again
Then you asked me why I didn’t call you or stay to talk to you for long
And I told you why
Then you apologized and I thought everything would be the same
But it wasn’t, because nothing changed
And our eyes grew colder towards each other like the cold air blowing on the window

The first time you broke my heart was in February
When I realized we had both done each other wrong
And neither of us could bring ourselves to say sorry
I stopped wearing the shirt you gave me
And you kept the journal that we used to write letters to each other in
Then our friends turned into my friends
And they stopped asking the two of us to come to the movies,
Only telling me to come
And now each other’s names are as foreign as the countries
We used to dream of visiting together
And our eyes glaze over each other as if we never knew the other’s deepest secrets
And as if you never promised me forever

Dreams are something you cannot obtain,
Wishes are something you want to gain,
Goals are something you work to earn,
Memories are something that rot in vain.

When opportunities come,
Other ones go,
Which ones you must take,
Nobody can know,
For that is lifes game,
To which we all play,
Pick your best card,
Or it all goes away.

Pretending the ending,
Is bringing new beginning,
Pretending the beginning,
Is bringing new ending,
For that which we want,
For that which we have,
For that which we need,
For all that we have.

Left right up down,
Bring them all to the ground,
For that is where my feet stay,
And where my children will learn to play,
For on the ground I finally see,
My dreams behold and come to me,
The door I chose was not the one,
But better I had it all for one.