I never wrote about Love
Not before now
Because I was never sure
But after today
I think that I'm ready to try.

What is love?
Is it nothing but a
Chemical reaction in the brain?
Ascribing worth?
Maybe
But it's more than that
To me at least.

Love is
Knowing someone's full of faults
And staying anyway.

Love is
Making limits
And respecting them.

Love is
Your heart skipping a beat
At the sound of a name.

Love is
Fighting to not fall apart
When you disagree.

Love is
Wanting to give
A random hug.

Love is
Wanting to receive
A random hug.

Love is
Crying for
Someone.

Love is
The feeling I get
When I fight to tell you
"Kaydee, I love you"
And saying it anyway.

Finally, Love is
Crying
Reminiscing
Dreaming
Wondering
Waiting
Being

Together.­

I now have no control over how I love you.
I cannot hold it back.
I don't want to hold it back.
I just want to hold you
Talk to you
Fall asleep with you
Laugh with you
Cry with you

And that's why I thought I was ready to write about love.

I wear glasses
But they're a pain.
They get in the way.
And I look better without them.
Plus, they distance me
From the world
Because the world I normally see
Is blurry
Fuzzy
Like a painting
Of some sort.
It makes me wonder.
Which world is real?
The one that lets me see everything clearly at a distance?
Or the world
That forces me to get close to something to understand it?
And I wonder
Which do I prefer?

Have you ever just been in a
Bad mood?
No real reason why?
I was today
But I still had fun
It was like a
Break
From happiness
To feel *******
At the world
No person in particular
But I stood away from the others
I hope I didn't mess with them
Because it was my mood
Not theirs.
And I don't wanna share.

Is it a word?
It's fun to say
And I use it to describe things
People
Ha, this isn't deep
But I enjoy this stuff.

I'm living under the influence
Not drugs
No major addictions
But I'm still drugged and addicted
To peace
Calm
Quiet
It's hard to be empathetic
Without sad feelings myself
Not that I WANT sad feelings
But
I don't really want to be
At peace.
It's nice
But I'll end up hurting someone
If I don't think sadness is necessary.
I'm not sure where to stand
Because it always seems to be one or the other.

A blank canvas
An idea
Kind of
Tainted and Bound
What shall I draw?
What should I write?
About this cursed house
All the memories
And pain
Experienced here
And the things I will never experience here
I'm at a loss for words
For lines
For ideas.
Help.

I'm getting so
Lazy
But heck
I deserve some laziness
Not a lot
But my wall flips are looking pretty nice
So there.