It wasn't supposed to be like this
if you ever said goodbye.
I wasn't supposed to care at all.
I wasn't supposed to cry.

But here I am with tears on my face,
and my stomach all in knots,
wishing you were mine again;
All the pain gone and forgot.

If you saw you how I do
then you would truly see
that there is nothing to change about you
because you are perfect to me.

A million thoughts swirl through my mind.
Some about love I never can find.

There are some I wish to forget.
Thoughts about things I sincerely regret.

Ones about friends both far and near.
Thoughts that renew my most terrible fears.

Some thoughts spread a wide smile on my face,
Especially when I think about leaving this place.

One thought, however, remains in my head.
Not one of sorrow, but of you instead.

Thoughts of our conversations and discussions we’ve had.
And the thought I can’t be with you is driving me mad.

The thought of what was possible and could have been,
But I’ll try to forget, for reality has set in.

Just like sisters
They used to say.
We’d laugh and talk
Everyday.

Said we’d be close as ever
Until the very end.
And for the past 10 years,
We’ve been best friends.

But something’s changing
And that’s not a good thing.
You’re not the same person.
Only sorrow you bring.

I think about the days
We spent laughing as friends;
And the nights spent together
Never wanting the fun to end.

Those days seem gone
And now you’re not here
To help me when I need you most
And you’re at fault for this tear.

You’re not the same friend
That you used to be.
And if you keep on this path,
You’ll have to go without me.

Try to understand
How exactly I feel
About going through with this.
It just seems too real.

Butterflies flutter
Deep within my gut.
I look at you and think
“I must be nuts!”

I get closer to you,
My heart starts to race.
Your arms secure around me.
I am trapped in your embrace.

You start to move,
Faster and faster.
From my mouth escapes a scream.
My mind is a disaster.

You start to slow down.
Now it’s all over.
My thoughts about you:
“THAT’S THE BEST ROLLER COASTER!”

Drip. Drip.
I cry the tears
I normally hide
In a disguise
I wear around others.

A mask to cover
The pain
The tears
So my troubles
Don’t become
Their burden.

All alone
And I might think
How easy I can do it.

Just a few lines
On my never-cut wrists
But I’m too scared.

So as I become social
The mask goes back on
And I seem fine
When only I knew
That’s a lie.

Under your cover
I find a new world
In which I get lost
And see a story unfold.

Page by page.
Line by line.
My imagination soars
Into a world besides mine.

My book, my story,
My wonderful novel,
You set my mind free
To wonder and marvel.

You come in many forms:
Fantasy, fact, and fiction.
Drawing readers in
Feeding their addiction.

You’ve been around for many years
And for many more you’ll stay.
For books tell a story of the mind,
Letting authors express what they can’t say.

Your words flow together
Like water in a stream.
Flow as smooth as glass,
Sometimes heavenly, so it seems.

You speak to me
Though messages you send.
The only bad thing is,
Like always, there’s “The End”.

Fur is white
Like the snow
In which it hides
By crouching low.

Fur is dark
Like summer’s ground.
It stalks its prey
Without a sound.

As the rabbit
Eats green grass,
Up it sneaks
As smooth as glass.

A silent pounce,
Barely a fight.
Now it has
A meal tonight.

Such vicious beauty
Has a price.
A hunter takes aim
As it eats mice.

Unaware
Of another being,
It doesn’t hear
The birds stop singing.

The hunter steps
But breaks a stick.
It looks around;
The tension’s thick.

The hunter smiles.
He’s about to shoot.
Now it sees
The hunter’s boot.

It turns to run
Away from danger,
Away from death
Brought by this stranger.

A shot rings out,
An undecided fate.
Did he hit his target?
Or did he shoot too late?