unoriginal blog part twenty-four.

The more I get to know some people, the more I wish I didn't have to, and the more I don't want to be anything like them.
I hope I never turn out like them.
I'm sure we all have people in our lives that we see, and then know exactly who we never want to become.
Don't deny it.

I am really hoping to be moving soon.
If everything works out, it should be amazing.

I am also getting intimidated by the number of my friends getting married and reproducing.
They are my age, and I can't imagine anything like that for years, if ever.
Even working in a bridal shop isn't making me want to get married, it makes me think the dresses are pretty, but, that's pretty much the extent of it.

I told you how I feel.
I showed you my soul.
You reciprocated in your true fashion, and made me smile.
You always make me smile.
Even after I get horrible news, or feel completely lost and alone, your smile, or your humor brings me back.
You bring me back.
Thank you.
I can never say that enough.

I have been quite inspired lately, so, as per my new usual, here are some poems.

I am exactly who
They always said I'd be.
Somewhere between sane
And solidarity.
Drugged up on love,
Or the fantasy of how I thought it'd be.
And now there's no escape
From the hold you have on me.

The painted picture
Of what I could have been
Above the couch
In their stark white den.
They were so proud
And least they were back then,
But now its clouded,
I've become a different woman.

The dream we had
Back when we called it love,
It was me and you,
And we could rise above.
I'm still here,
If you want to open up,
And here I'll stay
Because love is tough.

I'll extend my hand
And watch your fingers take mine.
Below the trees,
We can forget the time.
Lie there for days,
Inhale the warming shine.
Please stay with me,
While we cross this line.

And, one that I wrote that pertains to the beginning of this post.

There's something inside of you
I'd rather not see.
Its everything about you
That I never want to be

You can call it love
And say we're family;
But what I know to be true
Is you don't care too much for me.

I have learned to stop caring,
Because it wont help either way.
While you're pretending to have hearts,
We are just drifting away.

So please tell me once more
While your painted smile is still fresh;
Why you think you're something special,
When your life is really a mess?