Wednesday, September 15, 2010

I'm sick of poets doing part time jobs...

              I hear to that one quote, love will tear us apart..Is that true? Like what else is it that i’m missing, to know. I don’t know about you but i’d never felt love so i can’t help to feel that love doesn’t exist. I hate that…. I hear my little sister telling me me that she’s so in love with her boyfriend when she’s barely in middle school or should i say freshman at Claremont high. I can’t help to feel a little jealous when those words come out like “i love him.” I can’t help to want to cry when I’m not able to understand. Love? Don’t get me wrong i love my family and my bestfriend Bella, but i want to know how it feels to love a man. A man who will love me back, well that’s what people tell me when a couple is in love. All I want to know is that when i look into his eyes i will alway know what to say no matter what because that’s how deep our love is. I want to be able to be hugged, kissed and do the same back without any regrets. All I’m asking is for fate to fall into place and to find this so call love… but on the other hand i can be free and independent . 
 So, what if I’d gone to the movies? What if I had gone somewhere else for lunch? What if I’d gotten there 10 minutes later? It was - it was meant to be.