life without love is no life at all

without losing the old

If each piece is a little (or a big slice) of your heart, a photo book of memories, and knowledge and lessons, why doesn't losing various pieces make you fall apart? If smells, images, and sounds trigger memories, will the memories of those people inevitably fade, without their presence as a trigger? Not only that, but your emotions about them presently have to have some effect on the way you relive the memory (when you do remember it). I feel my memories fading (there's only so much room my head for just the every day things) and I fear that one day I won't remember you. I've forgotten so much already.

and we take for granted those who are always around

People always blame failed relationships on not being enough for someone or someone not being enough. Maybe that's the common result, people aren't right for each other because they're not enough for each other. Maybe people fall in love because they give each other everything they've got and it's finally enough.

It's never about the 99 things you do right, but the one thing you do wrong. It isn't the effort or intentions that count, but the outcome.

Private practice

A cold death crawls over the horizon Crusaders, visitors, travelers, beware This plague does not discriminate For richer, or for poorer, those in sickness and in health, It swallows everyone it touches Contorting their limbs and distorting their screams

A duel is set A match, a challenge Winner takes all, Loser gets taken It's not a contest of heart But a contest of mind Feel, and you will feel yourself being manipulated Trust, and you can trust you will be lied to Your heart is your weakness You emotion, your Achilles heel Accept if you dare But remember, You can't win the game If you don't even know how to play

I can't seem to break the barrier in my mind, the one that controls words, that makes them flow and rhyme and go with one another so well you would swear I'm telling you how you feel. The distance toys with My emotions Throwing me like a lifeless doll Back and forth, but mostly back It's such a shame To want to be so close Taking one step forward And getting knocked back ten It's such a shame To have real hope, real promise That always crumbles To real disappointment

Mediocre poetry develops when one imagines, empathizes an emotion. Incredible poetry is passionate, it arises from a heart that has been torn up and overwhelmed with emotion, and a mind that is finally ready to share that. This is mediocre poetry, because all though I cannot find my Inspiration, I cannot bare to not write. In that single, fleeting moment I felt you slip away The transition was sudden The result tragic I Felt only the absence of your hand on the small of my back The wind trace where your lips once did, I felt Heavy hearted and heavy handed I understood loneliness

There is no rainbow without rain, There is no happiness without pain

Kate Voegele. Amazing concert, she's beyond talented, sweet, and so personable.

I guess Since my heart is shattered And yours is just fine You'd say that you won And I lost No. The day That I become cold and unfeeling Incapable of shedding tears And appreciating laughter The day that I lose sight Of what love is, and Close my heart off The day I become like you That's the day I lose

Mostly I just feel betrayed. Because when you were disappointed in me about something, I was disappointed in myself. When I was pushing a an ex, a good friend away, because you didn't feel comfortable with it, you were pulling your ex girlfriends closer. My honesty bit me in the ass, made me the one who didn't understand boundaries, made me the untrustworthy one. Meanwhile you harbored your secrets, giving me half truths, and whole lies, so you could avoid my reactions. When all is said and done, you've made me change. I thought I was changing for the better, and now im afraid I'm changing into you.