For you (Bella)-Hadley

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This isn't a poem

Just my thoughts in stanzas

I find my mind bombarded sometimes

The same way you do


It's not right now, makes it easier for me

To try to help you

I like organizing my thoughts

Looking at it with my grounded self


Makes me feel better

Like there's a method to the madness,

If you know what i mean.

So i'll start with my way of thinking


It's like a dichotomous key

Start with two options, easy

Two different realities, one more favorable to you

But each just as likely


Play it out in your head, real life,

What would you say?

How would you feel?

What would happen afterwards?


How would it end,

And how would it start?

Think about every little thing,

Every last detail, then move on.


Take the second option

And do the same for it,

Make your thoughts seem rational

And clear, to keep your brain happy but your heart entertained


When you're done, stop

Review everything, not too in-depth,

But like scanning research;

Yes, use your thoughts as research for your thoughts


And then look at the relationship

Itself, think about what you want to feel

Not what you're feeling right now

But what would happen in both situations


When you're done with you,

Move on to them. Empathetic thoughts,

Try your best; expect less, but plan

For your most hopeful thought processes too


Now you've gathered all your information

It's all right there, in front of you

You've got it all figured out, planned out,

All they have to do is play into the game; you've got the reins


You can say something, do something

Or let them.

You can stay silent or leave the research paper

For another day


There's no question on what to think

It's just how you think

How you do what you want

Maybe you just want to be happy, content


Make sure there's a goal. Not just

Knowledge you're seeking out.

Feelings can be felt and they can be

Beautiful, and yet sometimes knowledge can kill it all.


Don't let your brain kill your heart.

Use your brain to guide your heart

And then you feel like you're under control

To soar with your emotions. Freedom. 

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