All You Need is Love

Sometime last summer we went sailing-
A face, a Boy, and a Fish.
Three roomies and a prophecy-
It was one that no one wished
Him and me, me and him
We took naps upon the bow
I felt lost and found
Upon that endless sea
Me and him, him and me
Such was our prophecy
Some say it was meant to be
But I say, not for me.
Face on the edge, the fish in the middle, and the boy on the other
We slept side by side
All the way through our tumultuous ride
As we rocked and rocked upon the sea
Me and him, him and me.

I’ll pretend you didn’t just break my heart,
Like you so profusely promised you wouldn’t.
Did these past six months mean nothing to you,
And did you just pretend?

Please, I hope I mean enough to you for you to let me go
The biggest test is not for me to stop your leaving
In whatever sense of the word you leave
But to see if you will realize what you told me
All along was the truth and you didn’t know what to do
Since I am not beside you, and turn around.

This is the modern love story-
One time, at business camp, a boy met a girl
And the sparks were so big their burgers were charred
And their chips got extra crunchy
And the cool June evening felt like summer in the Sahara
They pledged their friendship… and even love,
But six months down the road he reveals his true feelings
We’re friends, we’re nothing more, you never loved me…
But I loved you.

Where from came this cruel indecision?
I am left torn and confused.
I promised you I couldn’t write about you
Until you broke my heart.
And you promised me that day would never come,
But you lied.

So I am left here with a paper and a pen
And all of the words I have never said
With all of the time in the world
To sit here
And write
About you.

There’s something genuine about the divide-
The line between wrong and right;
The scene between day and night.

We’re on the brink, and if you blink
You’ll miss everything
His first steps, her first words
The leaves turning brown and red
Floating down inside your head.

Autumn leaves are words unspoken
Lay uncrushed, as hearts unbroken
Hand me this, it is a token
Of my words, still unspoken

This night is the Warhead of my life
Sour and sweet, this candy melts
Sickly sweet upon my tongue
Sickly sweet like perpetually unspoken oaths
That fall unheard between us both

Discarded on the ground they lay
Like the forgotten, crumpled wrappers of our lives,
Unfinished thoughts inside our minds.

Gentle spring, take a hold of my life
And bounce it back.
The contradictory nature of your statements
Has thrown me into a whirlwind of confusion.
The ferocious pancakes I ate for breakfast
Have left me feeling strong and dastardly,
But I know,
Inside I’m just as weak and cowardly as ever.
The snow melts outside, the forgotten rite of passage
Into the new revolution of the seasons, but
We humans do not notice much,
Save the newborn babies of the nests
Chirping for worms and warmth
From their mamas,
Like I crave words of wisdom and support
From mine.
These words, which I can never share with you,
Act as my release and my shield
From my harmful and abrasive environment.
Protect me, oh spring, from hitting rock bottom.
Prevent me, dear snow, from seeing the world as it really is;
Be my cushion when the spring fails.
Guide me, bright sun, to the places where spoken words
Are truths and nothing more, and never let me doubt.
Gentle rain, teach me with every teardrop,
Allow my eyes to be cleared,
And please,
Do not let my judgment be clouded by false modesty
And false pledges coupled with lies, deceit, and twisted words.
Let my tears fall freely; do not stem their flow.
They are mine.

It's so hard to put into words what i feel, but at the same time, if i just keep it all inside, I'll burst! How do i tell you everything?

Why have you infiltrated my life so? I have to say, up until this moment, I have not felt any of these feelings for any person before in my life. I don't appreciate you walking in so nonchalantly and taking off your coat and sitting down and propping up your feet on the table like you intended to stay for a while. It's like you know me so very well; we're so similar, yet I couldn't stand any part of you if it were separated from the whole of your being. I have known you for almost three short months, and I'm falling deeper and deeper in love with you every second I am not with you. Please rescue me before this hole gets too deep; I can't crawl out on my own. How is it that you can appeal to my senses without as much as a "Hello there, darling"? Why here, why now, how? It seems so strange to say it, but I can. I love you, with all that is in me and all that is about me and all that there ever will be. You have captured the very essence of my being in your eyes, and I cannot picture a me that is without a you and happy at the same time. When we are together and I am in your arms, there are times when I want to tell you exactly how much and what I feel for you, because I know you feel it too. That night when I told you I loved you... it was an accident. It slipped past my lips and I could not catch it, but it felt so right. When you grabbed my hand and pulled me back into you and held me close and told me you loved me too, I was in heaven. I love it when you do stupid things that make me mad at you and then you say "Baby, you know in your heart that I would walk to the end of the earth and back for you." It's you saying things like this that make me picture us together, for ever and for always. I don't want to change that, ever. I just thought you should know.

Damn.

Thanks for clearing everything up, I appreciate it. Why do we have to wait? What's the big deal? You're still my favorite, even though you dyed part of your hair and shaved your face. I think it looks stupid, but that's not my business. Thanks :)

Love,
Me.

I am new to this whole thing, and I don't understand what you mean when you say "Error updating journal: Client error: Moderation queue full." Please explain this to me? I want to post about how Valerie's a stupid whore- I need to get these grievances out! Let me vent! Please please please work :)

Lovingly,

Me.

You're a stupid whore. Your boyfriend deserves better than you, and he's trying to get out of your life. Please let him, for all of our sakes. He cannot help the fact that he is ruggedly gorgeous in a liquefy you kind of way, it's not his fault. Please don't hold out on him, and if you are, please let me know so I can have him. Yes, you heard me. I want your man. It's okay, though, he wants me too... which is really cool, except for the fact that your sorry ass is involved in his life still. Kindly remove yourself from his presence and stop fucking around with his phone.

Love,

Me.

Please, when I ask you how your day is going because you look like the world is caving in on you, do not misconstrue this as me inviting myself into your pants. I did not want a relationship with you originally. Your life was fucked up. I tried to help you. You decided you were falling in love with me, which was convenient, because you were in the process of moving out of the apartment you and your little girlfriend shared. Why did you have to call and say you were thinking about me? Why did you tell me that you weren't a prick and you were actually just a chill kinda guy? Why did you have to lie to me? WHY COULDN'T YOU HAVE JUST SAID "I THINK YOU'RE HOT AND I WANT SOME ASS?" It's not that hard. I promise. I've done it before. You didn't have to go through an elaborate, mostly-sloshed description of why I was worth your time. You thought about me? This is weird because you don't think about people like this... why? And riddle me this: if I was so worth your time and you thought I was so cool, why the hell did you switch sides from "I want you now, I can't wait any more" to "Get the fuck out of my life, you annoying bitch" in LESS THAN AN HOUR? I have lost all respect for you, since you told me you lie to your girlfriend, even though you love her. If you truly loved her, you would be in the relationship for more than the fact that she provides you with food, beer, clothes, weed, and cigarettes. Do not complain to me that you are celibate, and you have been for months. I am too. You're not the only one. Get over yourself. This will not make me want you. And please, don't tell me when you and your girlfriend have sex. I am not interested. Thank you.

Love,

The Girl Who is 10 Years Your Junior

and P.S. I'm not going to quit my job so you don't see me anymore. Don't victimize yourself; you're the one who started it in the first place.