I think you're my dream girl.

I'm not going to leave you for being sick, that would be a terrible thing to do.

I feel lucky to be here with you.

I don't make empty promises.

You are mine.

You are my favorite.

I wish people were more careful with words. Why can't people mean what they say.

Why, why do I believe people when they say things like this?

my heart just yesterday was stolen and melted.

today out of no where, its shattered, dejected.

the pain in my chest feels like knives

cutting and slicing and scarring my insides

I can't believe you'd do this to me

you'd paint us a picture of healing and beauty,

then shut the door coldly, swapping dreams with agony.

You are selfish and cruel, a liar, a liar.

Your coldness disgusts me, you don't deserve me.

You allow sickness, to trump the joy and so much good

I'd erase u completely if I could.

The fact that you can just walk away

blows my mind, and taints our time.

This is a new poem for you today.

You should throw the lovely one away.

I can't believe I wrote you a freaking poem.

I'm such an idiot.

meds.

making.

me.

so.

siiiiiiiick.

I have pushed myself so hard all week,

fueled by anticipation, a whimsical treat

please powers that be, grant me my plans

i promise i will hug a tree...

make me well enough to drive

to bring my Valentine's surprise

to see a show, to wine and dine

when I wake up, please let me feel fine.

I was visiting with this awesome spunky 80 year old lady the other morning. She entertained me for 2 hours with some shocking stories from her life. I love visiting patients who have lots to say. I think I laughed out loud when she asked me if I remembered the huge Chicago snow storm of '67. I don't think I am supposed to have favorites, but I kinda want her to be my adopted grandmother.

What a lovely thing to see,

this bird who sang a song to me.