Love, you are my favorite poetry
Your life is my favorite story
But nothing can ever come close
To our beautiful on-going story
Written by our author up above
Love is too weak of a word
Love is only a fraction
Of what I feel for you
Its beyond love, you see
Its beyond every mystery
That this universe holds
Every word combined
Is not enough
To tell you
How you make me feel

Somewhere
That icy feeling of loneliness is squeezing the heart of someone you know.
Sometimes
It's just easier not knowing.
Someone
Hasn't stopped thinking about you since you left them.
Something
Could have been worse had you not been there to make a difference.
Anytime
You think you're right, there's a chance you could be wrong.
Anyone
Could do it. Yet there you stand.
Anything
Could be everything to someone else.
Anybody
Will suffice when there's nobody to be found.
Anyway
There it is.

A bird flutters within my chest
She beats upon her cage
"Let me go!"

Fear & doubt manifest
A black cloud rolls over
The deep sea inside me


Then our eyes meet
A bell is rung
I awaken



Can this be real?



I reach out toward it
It's gone too quickly
A sensation I've longed for




Please don't let this end

So, next week, I lose a limb.
I have it marked on my calendar in neat, purple letters.
Humans, unlike starfish, spiders, or Dr. Curt Connors, cannot regrow limbs.
They can be amputated or removed surgically to prevent disease,
But this is different.

You see, this Friday, when I lose my limb, I won't get a replacement limb.
And the disease, if you can call it a disease, well,
As far as I can see, it'll spread faster than ever.

Have you ever loved someone so much that they become a part of you?

First of all, it's very unhealthy.

Second of all, it's the most wonderful feeling in the world.

Well, if you've ever felt this way toward someone else, it's safe to say that someday, you will start to think of them as an actual part of you- like your other half.

The more time you spend with them, the more you'll read their expressions, pick up on the nuances of their speech and expression, the more you'll open up to them and sync up to their moods and habits-

It's frightfully parasitic.

And when they leave, it's like losing a part of yourself-
After all, you've put so much into each other,
So much that you'll never get back.

I'm in love, and it's beautiful and terrifying.

My love is a part of me that's getting ripped off this Friday.

You see, he's moving three hours away.

He's a year older, and he's going to college.
I'm more scared than he is about it.

Luckily, we're only separated by physical distance.
But honestly- you know that gag in movies where the villains tie the protagonist limb by limb to four horses and send the horses galloping off in four different directions?

That.
It feels like that.

This Friday, I'm losing a limb- for now,
I'm losing him.

So, soon, I'll have to learn to live as just one part of a whole.

That is, until Thanksgiving break...