Hemingway said,
There is quite the difference
between kissing goodbye
and kissing goodnight.

I wanted a
"See you later",
but instead got the
"Goodbye".

Steinbeck stated that
Nothing good gets away,
If it's right, it happens.

If that's the case
how did we always end up feeling so
wrong?

Salinger suggested
that after falling in love
you never know
where the hell you are.

This, I can say is true.
Where the hell are we?

Dickens declared that
The truest wisdom
comes from a loving heart.

Yet a heart in love
can sometimes turn out to be
the least wise.

My friend, I think I'll just stick with
Orson Welles' theory:
"We're born alone, we live alone, we die alone."

Anything else is simply illusion.

it's so much easier
to act like none of this matters
and to pretend to wear a smile
than to confess
my heart is nearly broken
from losing someone
who was never even mine.

A.M.

I love too deeply.
Willing to hold onto the last thread of hope, no matter how small.
Even if you push me way,
Tell me you hate me,
Ignore me.
There's always going to be that fraction of a chance
that one day maybe you'll come back to me.
And we can go back to how we used to be.
Back to that place where I was happy.
So here I'll wait,
Counting the days until I'm whole agin.

I'd pour my soul out
in this poem,
but it's already gone.
I gave it to you.

Maybe I'm just over emotional
Or blowing things out of proportion.

Maybe I'm just in denial
Unwilling to face the facts.

Maybe I just care to much
Blinded by the love I feel.

Maybe I'm wrong
For feeling the way I do.

But, Maybe I'm Right.

I was pouring my heart out and all you could say was "Ok."

Even on my darkest days,
I'll always make sure you can see the sun.