"the end"
a phrase often used at the end
of a story, a movie, a telenovela, a book
i have always hated those words since I was little
to me, it meant that I had come to the end of something.
usually something I had enjoyed.
that there was nothing to look forward to after those two simple words were written or shown on the screen.
i hate that phrase.

two hearts
two minds
two bodies,
two years apart
two years away
three words, unsaid
four letters, non-existent
over the Atlantic, over the Pacific
two hearts
two minds
two bodies
be fourth
over statistics, under knowledge
I knew he would be good
I knew it from when I heard his jokes
I knew since I saw him
a whole year ahead
however would push us farther than beyond

I just have to wait. I can do that.
especially since it's the good gut-feeling
kind of guy.

everyone wants their true love to come
they want to know who it is
they wish to spend time with him/her
however,
most don't know who it is yet
they wonder
if they have seen them before
or if they know of them
of if the person is right under their nose
we don't know

i can tell you this
don't be so fixated on a love that does not
exist
don't strive to reach that high standard you set
that is too high
sometimes
the love that comes
is the one that you didn't see coming
the one that is always constant
under your nose
but you were too ignorant
you were too oblivious
distracted to not
see the greatest love you
could ever have right
in front of you.

that is the purest
truest form of love
the one you never see coming
the one you always had
but never noticed
the one that is constant
and unchanging, forever.

there's nothing greater than union.
being united
in synced.
although, there are things overpowering union.
media
race
events
opinions.
don't get me wrong, this is just another opinion.
although, my opinion differs from the others.
how?
i side with the people,
for the greater good of the majority.
for the greater good of the minority.
for the greater good of the people.
the common laborers
the under appreciated teachers
the over qualified but underpaid workers.
i side with those who don't have a voice
and to be one.
i side with the Muslims.
i side with the Christians.
i side with the gypsies, the dreamers, and travelers.
i side with those who want to make a real difference in this world
to see that in the 21st century we are changed.
our ideas change
our innovations change
our morals change
i side with change
i side with the blind and the deaf
with the homeless and the weak
there's a greater power in this world
we have chosen to stay quiet
we have chosen to not flinch
however
it is ruining others
it is killing lives
it is the cause of thousand of starving people.
i stand with unity.
unity in the nations
the countries
the continents
religion
most importantly
i stand with unity in people.

blonde hair, blue eyes
blonde hair, blue eyes.

oh they did entice

the girl

with black hair, brown eyes.

he was 
smooth

charming

he deceived her,

tricked her,

set her up.

he set her up 
to fail.
and 
one day

one week

gone

in a single

hour.

the blonde hair

and blue eyes

did it again.

it clawed its way into

this black hair, brown eyes.

lost trust,

hope.

but

black hair, brown eyes

as hurt

as she is,

still 
intrigued 
by the

blonde hair, blue eyes.

back at the bottom of the food chain,
lost in the sea of faces
in the many upperclassmen only 1 stood out.
a sophomore
wild, unprecedented attraction grew.
death stares exchanged and mystery of each other unraveled.
but i thought, he could never like me.
i'm just a mere small, skinny Asian girl.
no plans for the near future or ideas about what will happen.
and though i knew that "us" couldn't be possible, i still hoped.
that maybe a sophomore frat boy
noticed a
freshman.

all I remember is hiding.
we could never really show public affections or private for all that mattered.
a month turned into 3 weeks, and 3 weeks turns into 3 days.
a little less time with you is all we have.
maybe if we don't say 'goodbye' it'll hurt less.
if we kept holding on, we won't forget.
maybe if we tried, it could work.
maybe our forbidden love, won't be forbidden after all.

maybe it's because we get along so well.
or maybe it's because we know each other like the back of our hands.
maybe it's because we've held on through everything and remained.
i'm not exactly sure what the reason is, but does there really need to be one?
my love for you is enough, i hope.
I dream of coming home for the holidays and bumping into you.
we catch up & in a few days, it's exactly as it was.
we end up together because there's no one that gets me like my best friend from 8th grade.
yours truly giving you endless love,
v.b
v.e.g

I see the way you look at her, because you looked at me that way to.
I see how she makes you happy, i'm sorry i never did any of that for you.
She doesn't cause trouble, i'm sorry that i did.
She's strong, and i'm weaker.
I'm sorry i'm not as pretty.
I'm sorry i'm not as smart.
I'm sorry i don't make you happy.
I'm sorry i'm not what you wanted.
I'm sorry that now when you're with her, i don't feel.
I don't cry.
I'm stung by awe, but not  by fear and hate.
I've let you go.
Good bye

will i ever love you?
no
will I ever want you back?
no
will I ever forget everything you did?
no.
will I ever stop having feelings for you?
no.
but will I move on?
yeah.
will i love you again?
...no. never again will I fall back into your arms. twice is enough.
you don't have me anymore.
no. no. no.

Have you ever had even if it's just for a moment, a perfect life.
Where everything was going just great, and life just couldn't be any more better.
Well, perfect is overrated.
I once had that kind of life where I felt as if nothing can ruin it.
One thing led to another, and next thing you know your life is falling into intricate pieces right before your eyes.
I once had these pool of friends, that slowly slipped away from the grasp of my hands.
I'm not entirely sure if it was my doing, or theirs, but we never saw eye to eye again.
I once had this wild spirit.
Now, the wildest you'll ever see me, is when I get excited about a new novel.
Everything you've ever known is shattered.
You're at a point where this "perfect" life is at the most broken.
This is your not so perfect life, and it's just fine.

our world is overrun by technology addicts.
each second, minute is wasted by getting high or arguing back and forth.
people try so hard to renew themselves each year, but it usually doesn't work out.
instead they go back to their old ways, and their habit soon becomes who they are.
it takes over their personality and actions.
it's a disease waiting to happen to anyone who won't try hard enough.
it won't happen to me, i won't let it.
instead of being active on the social network, i won't.
instead of ignoring the wallflowers i'll start communicating with them.
i'm tired of being one of "them", i rather be a floater.
someone who floats around waiting for someone to notice them.
a background is what i merely am.
this year is the time to mold myself into the person i rather be instead of the person everyone wishes to be.
this year, i'm going to invent myself.

Reality is make believe, and make believe becomes reality.
Currently lost in my own thoughts: jumbled.
Things that have been said floats hopelessly in my mind.
I've learned that words can either **** or comfort us.
Although, it is our own choice whether we want to stand firm or shatter to pieces.
Society tranforms into a beautiful nightmare.
Nowadays everyone's a critique.
Society doesn't appreciate the greatness in people, but prey on their weaknesses.
It changes the meaning of normal, perfect, friends, and love, and blinds us from the truth.
As i reminisce and look around, I realized just what we truly are, what we've become.
We are the cold-hearted, society everyone blames.