a little romance with life

I was scared Once A long time back Or so it seems Of being hurt, Scared so bad That I couldn’t let anyone Come close to me. Then you came along And I feel warmth And strength And faith And hope Somehow I’m scared no more. But Now I have New things to be scared of And today I feel most scared Of myself Because When you stand by me All weak and soft Telling me things you tell no one And believing in me Not to hurt you The way I look at you I’m terrified Of the me That’ll want to pinch you Slowly And deep Into the part of your heart That needs most To feel loved.

I love a lot of poems And stories And people And things That break my heart I love them despite it and Sometimes, I guess, I love them for it.

Thinking of all the things I think will make me happy But what if one day By a swift move of some fairy godmother’s wand Or some blessing Or by sheer hard work I do get all of it And what if it doesn’t make me as happy As I thought it would? What if all the people and places and pictures Can’t destroy the fire burning my soul And what if all the music and dancing Doesn’t tire me at all And what if I keep looking for A place called home? What if I tell myself That the true days of joy are somewhere ahead And for now not laugh a lot And what if in reality Maybe the time to be happy Is now?

I told him he was a man of a few words he said "Yup, I know."

Hold on to things that give you meaning The rest don’t belong in your home Your heart, your mind, your life Hold on to things that make you learn Make you grow, make you yearn The rest don’t belong. Hold on to things that make your life Not the ones that ruin it Or make it sad Hold on tight And tighter To things And people That will make you smile When you think About them 10 years from now The rest Just don’t matter.

I wonder what happens when The light hugs the darkness And the smile kisses the tears Who melts into whom? Does the darkness grow lighter Does the light become dark? Does the smile turn away the tears? Or do the tears leave a mark? And what happens when a person is in love And the other is not quite so Who decides whether it’ll reach an end? Or it’ll be love forever for both? I don’t see how these things mix When opposites come to interact From different ends of the city And from far away points in the mind To bring to each other What the other has never seen And become for each other What they have otherwise never been.

I have the perfect painting in my hand With all the right strokes, from all the correct angles The figures are beautifully made And the shades are just right The paints mix in the ideal way And it’s neither too dark nor too bright, I love it when I look at it I miss it when I look away, My perfect painting Then you come along You show me how one stroke is wrong And how I missed an angle by 5 degrees That figure has a hand too big, and that nose doesn't look too real How a pink would have been better than red there And how it’s a little lighter than it should be And I know you are right It is not perfect But I would have loved you more If you would have just let it be.