I have so much already written up that I needed to get out, but its all just saved in my phone, and no one else will see it, because I believe you're the only person that reads this, and its all about you.
I already feel like the insane, creepy, clingy girl.
How are you handling this so well? I won't lie, it hurts. Seeing you act like everything is fine when I feel like the world is crumbling around me, it just hurts.
Talk to me about it. I'm feeling what you're feeling, and I don't have anyone I can talk to anymore.
You are my best friend, and I can't lose you.
For the first time in my life, I wish I could redo something.
I wish I could redo the last week and a half. No pressure. No asking about it. Maybe things would have been different.

I can't sleep.
If I tell anyone about it, it becomes real.

This is the last thing you need to see.
I'm sorry.

Since I met you, everyone else pales in comparison. No one gets me like you do. No one else makes me feel as good as you can.

But, I guess I'm supposed to just put that all behind me, and pretend everything is okay.

Please stick around.

Sometimes I feel completely overwhelmed by everything; like one more step and the world would just swallow me whole.
And then you flash a quick smile, or just give me that look that I always see in your eyes, or you just reach out and touch me, and I can feel myself regaining control.
I'm so happy I'm with you.

Today is a very hard day for my family, and in late July it will all be rehashed again, but its not like there's a day that goes by where we don't all remember him.

No poem this time.

"If I'm crazy, then its true. And its all because of you; but you wouldn't want me any other way."
Oh, Billy Joel, you really do know everything.

I'm happy.

I'm not sure what's going on, I'm not sure where I stand, but I'm hopeful, and I'm happy.

I have written a few more. Here's one.

Insecure and obsolete
The heart of a child
And a mind just as weak
Can't face herself in the mirror
Without a kiss from you
Even she finds herself to be a stranger
Too much riding on that call
Just to hear your voice
And catch her fall

Out of place and without haste
To find something different
She's alone until she sees your face
But wishes for independence
She used to be so proud and pure
So elegant and free
Now she lives for someone else
And wishes just to be

Stepping back and carrying on
She found herself again
Lost herself inside your eyes
But can still follow her plan

Head held high and steps so sure
She's found herself again
Love is her only cure
And she smiles all she can