What one word explains your fiancee?(:
Perfection.
I could shave my head or I could be having an orgy with 7 dudes from the Sigma Chi frat house across the street… among other things.
My doctor said, “What was your first clue you were going into mania?”
I pointed to my short fringe of bangs. “Among other things? I’ve trimmed my bangs three days in a row to make them ‘straight’.” Also, if my clippers were working I would have SHAVED OFF THE BACK OF MY HAIR HARDCORE which is bad because I work in a classy lounge that caters to older buisness men and would have been fired out right.
Friends.
Friends, your greatest weapon is self awareness. Knowing what makes you tick, so you can combat the madness!!!
Okay.
Okay, I’m done spamming poetry now. I hope you reblog and enjoy my work! Thank you Mapletoffee for showing interest!
The story of how i met my fiancee.
There was a young man, so hopeless and dark,
Eyes puffy red with sorrow’s sad mark,
But he hid it all with a masterful mask,
and bottled it up in a repressive cask.
There was a young girl, so bright and so fair,
Hiding a desire for someone to care,
But she hid it behind a winning smile,
praying that someone will stay awhile.
A day at the pool, so hot in the sun,
He met a girl that had to be won,
She was too young, and it couldn’t be,
But he couldn’t give up, he couldn’t just flee,
She smiled at him, her eyes so bright,
His smile a heart melting sight,
She couldn’t let go, as he held her close,
Where this will go? Only God knows.
A temple of books, a strong oak tree,
This was the day he would finally see,
A beautiful girl that held him so tight,
The beautiful girl that brought him some light.
With a lightning smile and a shocking squeal,
She couldn’t believe it was actually real,
Here was her crush, here to be with her,
A sign from God, but she had to be sure,
He grabbed her hand and took her outside,
With the hope that he could confide,
So he sat her under the tall oak tree,
And that’s how true love came to be.
Her eyes met his with a blinding spark,
Blind and unaware of the surrounding park,
He leaned in close as did she,
Then their lips touched…under the tree.
Their hearts beat fast, they were now sure,
That she was for him, he was for her,
Trials and tribulations line the way,
But there was always love…at the end of the day.
The Reasons on the Tree
I think I’ll buy a broken house,
Between the gnashing of teeth and the flames none can douse,
Cause I’ll get my list from the Devil’s Decree
Of every reason, it was all taken from me,
And on my burnt oak, my list will always stay,
So my tears of steam will fall away,
Cause as I boil on Satan’s Spit,
I’’ll regret my power, my strength, and my fake grit,
But every day I’ll visit my altar tree,
And have Comfort, Knowing why it was all taken from me.
A post script on a most veritus key,
Just a lil parcel from me to you.
If sin is what causes grief and pain,
And to be treated with caution and refrain,
Won’t you know when your with denizens,
That HOPE is the greatest of sins.
