always the rule.

picking up the pieces and starting over, freeing yourself up for something better in the future.

maybe the happy ending is this:
through all the unreturned phone calls and broken hearts
through all the blunders and misread signals
through all the pain and embarrassment
you never, ever gave up hope.

pleurer

don't tell me i can't, because i will just prove you wrong. don't tell me i won't because my will is too strong. don't tell me my limits, my margins, or what's holding me back. don't tell me not to dream big, not to stand tall, or what i lack. forever will i be growing, forever will it be, but whatever i am doing, i am doing it for me.

poem

someone wrote a poem for me.

it was great.

but i just can't make you love me

it's impossible.
and unfair.
and makes me a bit sad.
i am head over heels for a guy
and it is making me crazy.