Up and Running

Today ladies and gentlemen is my birthday!!
:) today seems to have gone really well so far even. (Except for the dizziness and small amount of pain) I woke up to a text from my dad saying happy birthday and a call at 6:30 from my girl which made me smile so much. No girl had done that for me. . . It just shows me how much she cares. Now I am sitting here waiting for my sister who is taking me out to eat with her boy, and then after that three of us will become the four of us when we pick up my girl. We'll be seeing paranormal activities 2!! So excited and tomorrow a horror movie marathon, with 1st day driving!!!
*sigh* For right now, all is well.

I felt like wiriting and this is what came out. . .Untitled poetry

I sigh
You sigh.
I smile and you giggle.
I stare into your eyes
And you look back just the same way.
I whisper ,
“I love you”
And,
“I always will”
You smile this time,
And it makes mine get bigger.
I stroke your cheek,
Your eyes close.

“I love you too”
You say to me.
And,
“I promise I will forever.”
Your hands run through my hair,
And my eyes close.
Your lips on mine feel perfect.
So close to me
I don’t want you to leave that spot.

I say g’bye
You say it too.
I kiss you once more,
Walking away
.
.
.
Waving
.
.
.
Gone
.
.
.
“Until tomorrow my love,”
I say.
“I’ll whisper in your dreams.”

No Title, No Words

I know someone. . . She died. . . I heard about a best friend of mine who had been very close to her and he was taking it hard. I didn't know what to do but to show him I cared about him. He's a best friend and has been there through it all. . . I should do the same. . .
"
i am so sorry. When I was told I had no words. My jaw was open and flies buzzed in to look around. I don't know if I was told the correct reason for how she went but I don't even want to say it because I couldn't even believe that. I know you're taking it hard and that was what I DID believe when I heard it. I don't know what it would feel like to lose someone that had and probably still WAS really close to you. . .
I don't want to know. . .
Sorry does not cover the giant cut you've been given. . .
but besides that all I can do is offer my condolences (if that's the right word) and a hug when I see you. . .
But I'll say sorry because I feel I should. . . And I mean it. "

You're like a brother to me man. . . I'm gonna make sure you're ok.

*Prison Cell Shuts*

I hear it slam on me on my last night as I'm driving home. I barely feel conscious, not from being tired but from just the sheer dream-like quality I feel. I don't want this to happen but I brought it on myself. I turn each corner and can feel it in my muscles on my right shoulder, from it being dislocated. At least something will heal soon. . . Wish I could say the same for my pride. . . Replaced by shame, the hits I take figuratively because everyone wants a chance to tell me what a stupid thing I did.
Except one. . . One person takes no shots. . . And I love her for that.
As my thirty days had drawn near I saw her as much as I could. On the first day of my suspension she got to take me out and see me again. As I was brought back, I told her all I think she should know, in case I didn't get to see her for a while.
She doesn't think- she knows- this will all be ok. So I hold onto that notion. . . Like a convict with a letter from his daughter with shaky letters; I'll grip it tight 'till my knuckles turn white and I'm long gone in my grave.