Dream and Reality

I lay beside you
your arms wrapped around me
your fingers going through the strands of my hair
your lips pressing against mine.
I feel your love enveloping me.
But then I wake up
and I am alone
you are not beside me
and it's loneliness wrapped around me
it's tears kissing my cheeks and not your lips.
I feel this bitterness enveloping me.

Knight and Damsel

You slay my dragons of despair. You get rid of the evil sorceress who takes away my happiness. You bring down the tower that life has built around me. You take down each of the brick of failures and broken hearts. My sincerest dreams are locked away in a fortress, but you are there to set them free.

I will always be your damsel in distress, eternally to be rescued. You will always be my knight in shining armor, my eternal savior.

But like Guinevere and Lancelot, we are not meant to be together. You will have a king to serve, a fellowship to protect and a kingdom to honor. I am not meant for you and my love for you banishes me to solitude.

Love and Matter

Love is like matter. It doesn't disappear, it only changes forms.

I know of a love that from solid turned into gas. As gas, you are not able to see it, but you feel it's properties. You even breath it.

I know of a love that from solid turned into liquid. You can't grasp it unlike before, but it follows the shape of what container you place it in.

I know of a love that has always been plasma. The heat coming from it is so strong, but unlike any solid, you can't have a hold on to it. The liquid of the previous one would either feign it or be its accelerant.

They say two objects cannot occupy the same space at the same time? If love is like matter, does this principle apply? Maybe it does. But I believe the heart has enough space to accommodate more than one form of love.

Earthworm

An earthworm is a spineless creature. It has no backbone, thus it cannot stand for you nor stand by you. It is soft, thus would yield to pressure.

An earthworm would always be an earthworm. It will not grow a backbone. It doesn't even have an exoskeleton, a pretense that is tough even if just on the outside.

There is no point in hoping for it to be a vertebrate. It lacks a backbone and it'll stay that way.

Just Walk Away

I am at a point wherein I'd like to take one of my stilettos, hit you on the head, spell out what you're missing, then walk away.

Two Kinds of Girls

There are two types of girls—the ones you grow out of and the ones you grow into. I really hope I’m the latter.

I just hope that you realize this soon, before I grow tired of waiting.

Blue Roses

Blue roses may be beautiful. Blue roses may amuse a lot of ladies, but still blue roses aren't real. There aren't any naturally occurring blue roses. People either had to dye roses of another color or to play with the genes of the plant in order to create blue roses.

There are white roses, red roses, yellow roses, pink roses, orange roses and even lilac roses that occur in nature, but there aren't any blue roses.

Don't give me blue roses; they're worse than paper roses for me.