Perhaps I will never understand how he makes me feel,
Just as I will never understand the idea of dying.
The whole thing is scary, terrifying.
These dark shadows in life I will never define in a moment.
It grows beyond years of learning mistakes,
Thoughtless dreams that lead to something I wish would not explain.
It is hard to understand.
I will be judged by the things I say,
By the things I have done,
By the things I do.
There are things I wish could stay the same...
But nothing in life can be forever constant.
I will be as old as time,
I will be as old as the emotions I am made of...
But I will be as young as I have been...
Sitting here quietly in my thoughts,
In my mistakes,
In my misunderstandings of making right and wrong choices.
I just hope that he understands that I do not always understand myself.