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My Poem

Dear babe,
You make me smile.
Thank you for being you
and no one else.
And thank you for having
blue eyes
and not brown
or green
or orange
or yellow
Your perfect
and you light my world
on fire
And you make me happy
So I’m smiling right now.
You’re not here
but I sure am thinking
about you
And it’s putting a smile
on my face.
This is a poem
because I call it a poem
Not cause it’s pretty
or cause it rhymes
or cause it’s poetic
in any sense of the word
But because I call it
My Poem, it’s a poem.
I can write pretty things
I could say when you look
at me, my heart
sings and sings and sings
And it does, but that’s not
what this is about
This is My Poem
and it’s a poem cause
I say it’s a poem and cause
poems are written
in heart language
but sometimes what my heart
writes isn’t very pretty-
it’s just raw and boring
and blahh
And it just screams,
in black and white
plain and simple and unperfected:
I love you
so I let it.
and call it
My Poem.

Letting it go

It's all about letting go. Realizing that things will change. Realizing what will stay the same. Just relax. That's all you can do. There never was a right and a wrong, a good and a bad. There was always just the choice. Not to be judged or critiqued, it was always just there. This is life, this is the way it goes. This is where we stand. So figure out what's best for you and do it. Never hesitate for a moment, follow through with all you have, everything your heart wills. Leave it all behind. But never ever forget.
Take a deep breath. And let it go

Finding Yourself

A lot of times I find myself wishing things were different. Simpler. Less confusing or painful or difficult. Sometimes, I just wish things were like they used to be. Everything in my life had a place. Including me. Every person, every activity, everything, just seemed to fit together around me so seamlessly. I always knew where I belonged and where I was going. I knew exactly who I was. I knew exactly where I wanted to be. Between then and now, I've come to realize the certain things in my life that have clouded my certainty with indecisiveness (word?). The hurtles, the boundaries, the "would be"s "could be"s "should be"s that have changed me and morphed me into someone I would have never known. Maybe you have to pick yourself back up time and time again to learn how strong you are. Fight for what you want to discover your willingness. And allow yourself to change and progress to realize how far you've come. They say high school is all about finding yourself. But maybe the truth is, you have to get lost a couple times along the way to really discover who you are in the end.