Right Between the Eyes

And Im so obsessed with getting everything down just right.

So obessed with figuring out things much too soon before they happen?

Why? Why do I set such goals and finish days, weeks, months ahead of time? To what extent does this help me? Hurt me?

And I'm just not to sure.

Click.

One More Mocking Bird to Kill

So says authority.
One more shock, in the name of science
You must follow through.
The epitome of maturity
You've learned to follow orders
You've learned to go against your values
Now, aren't you all grown up?
Doing what you want,
Living how you wish.
Yet every day, you wake
You trek down through the list
You salute your supervisor
Infaulible.
Yeah, you've grown
You no longer misbehave.
Just stay under the radar,
It'll all blow over.
You're all grown up now,
Itching to please,
Ready to do whatever they say
The call you structured.
Courteous, kind.
You follow the rules, no problems here.
You've finally come of age,
They've finally got control.
Growing up means thinking for yourself.

Instead of Throwing Heads

The most common thing in this world is love. Loss of love, search for love, flourishing love, love you missed out on, love that's suffocating, unrequited love. There are so many adjectives you can use to describe what type of love you're currently experiencing.

So then, what is this love?
Do you remember, so long ago, when I simply wanted to know what this was? Or I'm sorry, is.

This is the strongest emotion I've ever felt.
This is missing you when you've only been gone an hour.
This is fear and anxiety.
This is hope and anticipation.
This is my weakness.
This is my greatest strength.
This is why my pen can't stop.
This is why I can't come up with the right words to say.
This is what it means to be in love.

And though it may seem like a constant contradiction, fearing the future yet longing for it, there's nothing stopping us. So we'll go through our days, we'll have our ups and downs. Faces will pass in and out of our lives.

But no matter how many people pass us by, my hand will always stay intertwined with yours.

An Array of Integers

I dont know. So many times it goes through my head, and then it dissapates, and then in comes back.

I just cant seem to find the right answer.
I cant scroll through it all.
We just keep butting heads, kissing, making up, and reverting.

Im not sure what path we have to take to get back.

But I love him so very, very much.