phase the second >> sixty eight

But so far was she from being, in the words of Robert South, 'in love with her own ruin,' that the illusion was transient as lighting; cold reason came back to mock her spasmodic weakness; the ghastliness of her momentary pride would convict her, and recall her to reserved listlessness again.

[from Tess Of The D'Urbervilles]

phase the first >> fifty nine

Why it was that upon this beautiful feminine tissue, sensitive as gossamer, and practically blank as snow as yet, there should have been traced such a coarse pattern as it was doomed to receive; why so often the coarse appropriates the finer thus, the wrong man the woman, the wrong woman the man, many thousand years of analytical philosophy have failed to explain to our sense of order. One may, indeed, admit the possibility of a retribution lurking in the present catastrophe. Doubtless some of Tess d'Urberville's mailed ancestors rollicking home from a fray had dealt the same measure even more ruthlessly towards peasant girls of their time. But though to visit the sins of the fathers upon the children may be a morality good enough for divinities, it is scorned by average human nature, and it therefore does not mend the matter.

[from Tess Of The D'Urbervilles]

phase the first >> thirty one

In the ill-judged execution of the well-judged plan of things the call seldom produces the comer, the man to love rarely coincides with the hour for loving. Nature does not often say "See!" to her poor creature at a time when seeing can lead to happy doing; or reply "Here!" to a body's cry of "Where?" till the hide-and-seek has become an irksome, outworn game. We may wonder whether at the acme and summit of the human progress these anachronisms will be connected by a finer intuition, a closer interaction of the social machinery than that which now jolts us round and along; but such completeness is not to be prophesied, or even concieved as possible. Enough that in the present case, as in millions, it was not the two halves of a perfect whole that confronted each other at the perfect moment; a missing counterpart wandered independently about the earth waiting in crass obstuteness till the late time came. Out of which maladroit delay sprang anxieties, disappointments, shocks, catastrophies, and passing-strange destinies.

[In other words]
[We live in a messed up world, and]
[There isn't much hope of changing that]

[from Tess Of The D'Urbervilles]

phase the first >> ten

The church clock struck, when suddenly the student said that he must leave - he had been forgetting himself - he had to join his companions. As he fell out of the dance his eyes lighted on Tess Durbeyfield, whose large orbs wore, to tell the truth, the faintest aspect of reproach that he had not chosen her. He, too, was sorry then that, owing to her backwards, he had not observed her; and with that in his mind he left the pasture.

[Remind you of something?]
[I swear I didn't read this before I wrote one]

[from Tess Of The D'Urbervilles]

[Tess of the D'Urbervilles]

[Note: all "phase" posts are excerpts from Tess of the D'Urbervilles]
[If you like the quotes, READ THE BOOK]
[It's old, and it's written in older English, but]
[I swear you get more out of it]

[Hm, so I know why I love her]
[She is fricking perfect]

[50 Things You Should Know About Guys]

[Didn't Write This]
[+ My personal comments]

1. Guys hate sluts.
2. "Hey, are you busy?" or "Are you doing something?" ~ two phrases guys open with to stop from stammering on the phone.
3. Guys may be flirting around all day but before they go to sleep, they always think about the girl they truly care about.
4. Before they call, guys try to plan out a little about what they're gonna say so there aren't awkward pauses, but once he's on the phone he forgets it all and makes it up
as he goes. [So unbelievably and annoyingly tru]
5. Guys go crazy over a girl's smile. [More than she knows]
6. Guys will do anything just to get you to notice him. [More often than not]
7. Guys hate it when you talk about your ex-boyfriend or ex love-interest. Unless they're goin for the let-her-complain-to-you-and-then-have-her-realize-how-wonderful-and-nice-you-are method.
8. A guy who likes you wants to be the only guy you talk to. [And we get that jerk in the stomach sometimes when we see her talking to other guys]
9. Boyfriends need to be reassured often that they're still loved.
10. Don't talk about your guy friends to your boyfriend. [Well, it's ok, just not in excess]
11. Guys get jealous easily.
12. Guys are more emotional than they'd like people to think. [Can be very tru]
13. Giving a guy a hanging message like "You know what?!..uh...never
mind.." would make him jump to a conclusion that is far from what you are thinking. And he'll assume he did something wrong and he'll obsess about it trying to figure it out. [If he loves her]
14. Guys are good flatterers when courting but they usually stammer when they talk to a girl they really like. [HA so tru, even though I don't "court" much, I can tell]
15. Guys hate asking parents for money to buy girls presents. So they come up with ideas like saving their lunch money for a week. But it never works because guys are always hungry so they end up asking the parents for money anyway.
16. Girls are guys' weaknesses.
17. Guys are very open about themselves. [Why can't girls be?]
18. It's good to test a guy first before you trust him. But don't let him wait too long.
19. Your best friend, whom your boyfriend seeks help from about his problems with you may end up being admired by your boyfriend.
20. If a guy tells you about his problems, he just needs someone to listen to him. You don't need to give advice. [Although he might ask sometimes, and then he does want advice]
21. A usual act that proves that the guy likes you is when he teases you. [Hm - maybe]
22. Guys love you more than you love them if they are serious in your relationships.
23. Guys will brag about anything. [Especially to a girl they want to impress]
24. Guys use words like hot or cute to describe girls. We rarely use beautiful. If a guy
uses that, he likes you.
25. Guys think WAY too much. One small thing a girl does, even if she doesn't notice it can make the guy think about it for hours, trying to figure out what it meant. [HA! HA! So annoyingly tru, anything that happens we [or, at the least, I] can't stop thinking about]
26. Guys seek for advice from girls not other guys. Because most guys think alike, so if one guy's confused, then we're all confused.
27. Any guy could write out a rulebook or advice book for flirting, but no guy can write out a book about relationships. [Hm - perhaps]
28. Try to be as straightforward as possible. [HA! Simple way of saying: guys can't understand her. USE STUPID TALK. Please, not for me]
29. A guy has to experience rejection, because if he's too-good-never-been-busted, never been in love and hurt, he won't be mature and grown up. [*Raises hand* Never been busted right here! And somehow, I feel like I have a much better idea of what I am looking for than so many guys, idk, maybe I'm wrong]
30. If the guy does something stupid in front of the girl, he will think about it for the next couple days or until the next time he spends time with the girl. [Same idea as earlier. Annoyingly tru]
31. No matter how much guys talk about asses and boobs, personality is key. [Umm... ok... I don't really care about the former two, but yah, the latter is most of what's important to me]
32. Guys learn from experience not from the romance books that girls read and take as their basis of experience.
33. Guys worry about the thin line between being compassionate and being whipped.
34. If a guy looks unusually calm and laid back, he's probably faking it and is spazzing inside.
35. When a guy says he is going crazy about the girl, he really is. Guys rarely say that.
36. When a guy asks you to leave him alone, he's just actually saying,
"Please come and listen to me." [Idk, sometimes yah]
37. Guys don't really have final decisions.
38. If a guy starts to talk seriously, listen to him. It doesn't happen that often, so when it does, you know something's up. [I talk seriously way too often. Seriously]
39. If your best guy friend seems to avoid you or is never around when you're with your boyfriend, he's probably jealous and likes you.
40. When a guy looks at you for longer than a second, he's definitely thinking something. [HA! Very tru]
41. Guys like femininity not feebleness.
42. Guys don't like girls who punch harder than they do. [Umm... ok not a big deal]
43. A guy has more problems than you can see with your naked eyes. [mhm]
44. Don't be a snob. Guys can be intimidated and give up easily. [If they are really interested, they will give up only if they know they cannot be with her]
45. Everything in moderation. Put on makeup, wear perfume. Just not too much. [Personally, I am ok with none, but she probably wouldn't be, so I won't worry about it]
46. Guys talk about girls more than girls talk about guys. [Not necessarily]
47. Guys hate rejection, but they hate being led on even more.
48. Guys really think that girls are strange and have unpredictable decisions and are MAD confusing but somehow are drawn even more to them.
49. A guy would give his left nut to be able to read a girl's mind for a day. [Be open about your thoughts! If he is interested in her, he is interested in what she is thinking!]
50. No guy can handle all his problems by his own. He's just too stubborn to admit it.

[Good stuf]
[Yah, there may be a few chain letters on this blog]

time? HA!

[Think long and hard about this, and one of three things will happen]
[A. You will get a very annoying headache]
[B. You will spontaneously be struck by lightning]
[C. You will gain a better understanding of the world]
[So, just hope for C]
[Or B... If you insist...]

Time is but an illusion;
That which was, is;
That which was, will be;
That which is, was;
That which is, will be;
That which will be, was;
That which will be, is.
Past,
Present,
Future,
These were created not by God, but
by man.

[If you can understand this, then you can laugh at most everything]
[History? HA!]
[History has not yet come to pass, and]
[The future already has]

[I Just Liked #25 In Particular]

Why do boys fall in love with girls ?
Dont break this forward
this is so sweet:)
Here are a few reasons
why guys like girls:

25. The way their tears
make you want to
change the world
so that it
doesn't hurt her anymore.....
Yet regardless
if you love them,
hate them,
wish they would die
or
know that you would die
without them ...
it matters not.
Because once in your life,
whatever they were to the world
they become everything to you.
When you look them in the eyes,
traveling to
the depths of their souls
and
you say a million things
without trace of a sound,
you know that your own life
is inevitably consumed
within the rhythmic beatings
of her very heart.
We love them for a million reasons,
No paper would do it justice.
It is a thing not of the mind
but of the heart.
A feeling.
Only felt.

[Good Stuf]

society

[This is not really a poem, but]
[It definitely wouldn't make a good deeperthinking post]
[Besides, deeperthinking already has a society post]

It seems we put ourselves in a jailhouse every day, for
Walls stand between us that many do not even see.
The system that keeps this jail intact is complex, and
By its nature many ignore it altogether.
Those who see these walls either do not care, or
Despise them, but
Anyone who tries to push them down, or
Even has the potential to push them down,
Is put in their own cell,
With limited access to the others.
Yet, many do not give up, and
They start pushing on these new cell walls, but
The more they push,
The harder others work to reinforce the walls around that cell, and
The less access the person is given to others, until
They are deafened to the noise,
The noise of a kid banging on steel-reinforced walls.
According to the nature of his rebellion,
The walls are clear but tainted differently.
The kid may despise the others,
Or study them,
Or wish he were one of them.
The others may despise this kid,
Or envy his determination secretly,
Or make fun of him to reaffirm their domination.
From this system the defining of popularity is decided also.
Outside of the cell,
You may be in the popular group, or
You may be grouped with the losers.
Often, these groups do not see them, for
They are somewhat transparent, but
There are also walls all around them,
Between them, and
Dividing them against one another.
Sometimes, only the kid inside the cell has a chance of seeing those walls, and
This tortures him, for
He is the one that can do nothing about them.
The losers have less use for walls, but
Their lack of walls brings them little satisfaction,
Especially for those who envy the popular.
After all, is not the grass always greener on the other side?
Inside the cell,
The kid is usually considered a loser, but
Every once in a while,
He has a chance of just being,
"The other guy."
When this is true,
He isn't really cool, but
He isn't a loser either.
He has his own definition of what is cool, and
He is cool to himself, and
That is all that matters to him.
Often, he is given limited access to the others, but
He usually only uses this advantage to study the system, for
Those who study the ways of an enemy stand a chance against it.
He sees that these walls cannot be pushed down, but
Perhaps there is a vulnerable point which may be exploited,
Perhaps their foundations can be weakened,
Perhaps holes can be dug under them, and
He studies further to form the plan to destroy the walls.

[Cool Stuf]

[I didn't write this]
[I just have nowhere else to put it]
[This stuff is so cool it has to go somewhere]

You asked me whose life was more important-yours or mine. I answered "mine"; you walked away angry not knowing that you are my life.

A girl asked a boy if she was pretty, he said no. She asked him if he wanted to be with her forever, he said no. She then asked him if he would cry if she walked away, he again said no. She had heard too much. She needed to leave. As she walked away, he grabbed her arm and told her to stay, he said, "You're not pretty, you’re beautiful. I don't want to be with you forever, I need to be with you forever. I wouldn't cry if you walked away, I would die.”

Near the door he paused to stand
As he took his class ring off her hand
All who were watching did not speak
As a silent tear ran down his cheek
And through his mind the memories ran
Of the moments they walked
And ran in the sand hand in hand
But for now her eyes were so terrible cold
For he would never again have her to hold
They watched in silence
As he bent near and whispered the words
"I love you" in her ear
He touched her face and started to cry
As he put on his ring and wanted to die
And just then the winds began to blow
As they lowered her casket
Into the snow.....

A girl and a guy were speeding over 100mph on a deserted road on a motorcycle.
Girl: Slow down, we're going too fast. I'm scared! And I don't want anything to happen.
Guy: Come on, don't worry. I know what I'm doing. You’re having fun right?
Girl: NO...please stop. I'm really scared!
Guy: Then tell me you love me.
Girl: I LOVE YOU! Now please slow down.
Guy: Give me a hug.
*Girl hugs him*
Guy: Can you help me out here? Will you take my helmet off of me and put it on you? It's bugging me.
In the paper the next day: A motorcycle has crashed, caused by break failure, into a building. Two people found, but only one survived.
The Truth is: Halfway down the road the guy realized that his breaks broke, but he didn't want the girl to know. Instead, he had her say she loved him and felt her hug him for one last time. Then he had her wear his helmet so she would live, even though it meant that he would die.

10th grade:
As he sat there in English class, he stared at the girl next to him. She was his so called ‘best friend’. He stared at her long, silky hair, and wished she was his. But she didn't notice him like that, and he knew it. After class, she walked up to him and asked him for the notes she had missed the day before and he handed them to her. She said "thanks" and gave him a kiss on the cheek. He wanted to tell her, he wanted her to know that he didn't want to be just friends, he loved her but he was just too shy, and he didn't know why.
11th grade:
The phone rang. On the other end, it was her. She was in tears, mumbling on and on about how her love had broke her heart. She asked him to come over because she didn't want to be alone, so he did. As he sat next to her on the sofa, he stared at her soft eyes, wishing she was his. After 2 hours, one Drew Barrymore movie, and three bags of chips, she decided to go to sleep. She looked at him, said "thanks" and gave him a kiss on the cheek. He wanted to tell her, he wanted her to know that he didn't want to be just friends, he loved her but he was just too shy, and he didn't know why.
Senior year:
The day before prom she walked to his locker. “My date is sick" she said; “he's not going to go.” Well, he didn't have a date, and in 7th grade, they made a promise that if neither of them had dates, they would go together just as ‘best friends’. So they did. Prom night, after everything was over, he was standing at her front door step. He stared at her as she smiled at him and stared back with her crystal eyes. He wanted her to be his, but she doesn't think of him like that, and he knew it. Then she said "I had the best time, thanks!" and gave him a kiss on the cheek. He wanted to tell her, he wanted her to know that he didn't want to be just friends, he loved her but he was just too shy, and he didn't know why.
Graduation Day:
A day passed, then a week, then a month. Before he could blink, it was graduation day. He watched as her perfect body floated like an angel up on stage to get her diploma. He wanted her to be his, but she didn't notice him like that, and he knew it. Before everyone went home, she came to him in her smock and hat, and cried as he hugged her. Then she lifted her head from his shoulder and said, "You’re my best friend, thanks" and gave him a kiss on the cheek. He wanted to tell her, he wanted her to know that he didn't want to be just friends, he loved her but he was just too shy, and he didn't know why.
A Few Years Later:
Now he sat in the pews of a church. That girl was getting married now. He watched her say "I do" and drive off to her new life, married to another man. He wanted her to be his, but she didn't see him like that, and he knew it. But before she drove away, she came to him and said "you came!” She said "thanks" and kissed him on the cheek. He wanted to tell her, he wanted her to know that he didn't want to be just friends, he loved her but he was just too shy, and he didn't know why.
Funeral:
Years passed; he looked down at the coffin of a girl who used to be his ‘best friend’. At the service, they read a diary entry she had writen in her high school years. This is what it read: “I stare at him wishing he was mine, but he doesn't notice me like that, and I know it. I want to tell him, I want him to know that I don't want to be just friends, I love him but I'm just too shy, and I don't know why. I wish he would tell me he loved me!” “I wish I did too…” he thought to himself, and cried.

27 things that the perfect guy would do...
[1] tell her she is beautiful. not hot or fine.
[2] hold her hand at any moment even if it is for a second.
[3] kiss her on the forehead.
[4] leave her voice messages to wake up to.
[5] always tell her you love her at any & all times.
[6] when she is upset, hold her tight and tell her how much she means to you.
[7] recognize the small things…they usually mean the most.
8] call her sweetie or baby
[9] sing to her no matter how horrible your voice is.
[10] pick her over all the other girls you hang out with.
[11] write her notes. (she loves them)
[12] introduce her to family and friends as your girlfriend.
[13] hold her, preferably around the waist area
[14] pick her up, tickle her, and play wrestle with her.
[15] sit in the park and just talk to her.
[16] tell her funny jokes, tell her stupid jokes, just tell her jokes.
[17] throw pebbles at her window in the middle of the night just because u missed her.
[18] let her fall asleep in your arms.
[19] carve your names in a tree.
[20] if she's mad, kiss her.
[21] give her piggyback rides.
[22] bring her flowers just because.
[23] treat her the same around your friends as you do when you two are alone.
[24] look her in the eyes and smile!
[25] let her take as many pictures as she wants.
[26] slow dance with her, even if there isn't any music playin.
[27] kiss her in the rain

pretense

I am waiting.
I seek nothing,
Yet often, the greatest discoveries are found without intention.
A casual glance,
For once I do not intend to stare,
But she is there.
She looks at me as my eyes pass over her,
And she smiles.
Perhaps it means nothing to her.
A friendly smile, but why?
I have never known her,
May never know her.
Yet, when I look upon that face,
I know that I love her,
And I know that she sees me as not even a friend,
Hardly an acquaintance.
Why should I love her?
Yet, I do.

[Found this just today on the laptop;]
[I wrote it weeks ago I believe]
[This is not meant to be one of the dreamgirl poems]

[In Summary]

Well, I didn't intend this blog to be about love to start off, at least not only love.
Who cares. I'm changing the subtitle of this blog, lol. It needs to include "love."
In any case, there you have it. I am basically done complaining about my dreamgirl. You have one, two, and three. Let's title the whole thing "dreamgirl." Of course, why should be in there too, so it can be one point five if you insist. [I Didn't Write This] is just a reference though, it's not a part of the other poems, but it helps you understand three, so it can be two point five.
Enough complaining. Now I'm going to go try and make her see me faster because I can't wait for that day. I'm probably not going to tell her about these poems, but if she finds them, so be it. Something tells me she's not interested enough in me to go to the blogs though... We'll see I guess.

three

The real story is,
He met her a few years ago,
And he was blown away.
At first glance,
She was a new girl in the class.
At second glance,
She was a bullet to the heart, and
She permeated his mind,
The girl he has waited since second grade to find.
As much as he didn't want her to be the one,
As much as he wanted her out of his head,
He knew she was there to stay, and
He knew why.
And she knows he loves her, but
She isn't interested.
He doesn't know her screenname,
If she even has one, but
He has looked, and
Every quote in every profile,
He adds the person to his list,
In hopes that someday,
She might be the one quoted.
And every time he enters a room,
His eyes subconsciously glance over the crowd,
Even if he's in another city,
Another state,
Just to check if she's there.
And she knows he loves her, but
She isn't interested.
She's it, and
He knows it.
In ways he has never explained,
He knows it.
He would do anything,
Just to have a chance,
Just to sit together in the grass and stare at a darkening sky.
And she knows he loves her, but
She isn't interested.
She is beautiful,
Beautiful beyond imagining.
He needs to stare, and
He needs that tingling, and
So often that pain,
When he does.
He's a writer, but
Her face is above words,
Above descriptions.
And she knows he loves her, but
She isn't interested.
He stands at her doorway, and
A feeling comes up in him, and
When she gets to the door,
His heart lurches, and
Suddenly there is nothing to be said.
To see her face is all he wants.
He hasn't even gotten to know her,
Walls stand between them,
Walls that no one has tried to tear down before, but
He has to try,
He has to push as hard as he can.
And she knows he loves her, but
She isn't interested.
He remembers everything about her,
He remembers so much more easily when it's her.
Her license plate number is imprinted on his mind, and
Even though he can always pick out her car,
Even without the license plate number,
His heart lurches whenever he sees that model,
That color.
And she knows he loves her, but
She isn't interested.
There are things about him,
Things that he thinks a girl would want.
But apparently,
He is confused,
Or maybe she is confused,
Maybe she doesn't know what she is looking for.
And he awaits the day the lights would slow, and
She would look at him, and
He would look back into her eyes as he always wanted to.
And she knows that he loves her, but
She isn't interested.

So dreamgirl, it's about time you know.

[Ok, so that's not how my letter went, but oh well]
[That is how I felt, how I feel]

why

Does she matter to him.
Does he need her.
Does she not care.
Does he not understand.
Does she never think of him.
Does he only think of her.

[Didn't Write This]

What she doesn't know will kill you by Matt Brochu
November 21, 2003
You met her a few months ago, and somehow she managed to seep into your subconscious like that "Suga how you get so fly" song. Just like you have no clue who the hell sings it, you don't know why she's there. But she is, whether you like it or not. You know her cell phone, her room phone. You can dial her Aunt Doreen's house in West Springfield (where she goes to do her laundry every two weeks) faster than you can peck-out 911. But she doesn't know.
Her screenname, that generic one with her first name followed by three to five random numbers or UMass, has its own category at the top of your buddy list. Not only do you know what a "Buddy Alert" is, you've rigged your computer to play "Fat Guy in a Little Coat" from "Tommy Boy" every time her screen name changes from gray to black. Then her away message comes down, and you have a decision to make. To IM or not to IM? These are the ridiculous games that you play on a daily basis. But she doesn't know.
She's it. All right, so maybe not "it" it. Not necessarily Ms. Right, but closer to Ms. Right-up-there-with-Anna-Kournikova-and-Lizzie-McGuire-on-your-list-of-people-you'd-give-anything-to-be-stranded-with-on-a-broken-down-elevator. But it's about more than that. When is it ever about more than that? Never. Not like frilly white dress, overpriced catering, embarrassing drunk in-laws more, but closer to UMass sweatpants, two D.P. Dough Roni Zonies, a futon and a movie you have no interest in seeing more. But she doesn't know
She's gorgeous, but gorgeous is an understatement. More like you're startled every time you see her because you notice something new in a "Where's Waldo" sort of way. More like you can't stop writing third grade run-on sentences because you can't remotely begin to describe something ... someone ... so inherently amazing. But you're a writer. You can describe anything. That's what you do: pictures to words, events to words, words to even better words. But nothing seems right. More like you're afraid that if you stare at her for too long, you'll prove your parents right: that yes, your face will stick that way. But you wouldn't mind.
You wouldn't mind that the questioning, "Hello?" on the other end makes you want to smile and throw up at the same time. You wouldn't mind worrying about what to get her for her birthday and spending $300 when you only have $17.50 and a Triple-A card to your name. You wouldn't mind that she left your TV on and the blaring infomercials wake you up at 4 a.m. ... because it gives you a chance to watch her sleep. You don't mind that you've slipped up twice when you were hammered and hinted at how you feel, but she was too drunk to remember. So she doesn't know.
Sure, she's pretty, but it's about more than that. You two connect. Anything you throw at her, she can throw right back. You figured out what's going on in that predictable head of hers in under five minutes, but something tells you her heart would take about five years.
You remember everything she's ever said to you, and when that freaks her out you blame it on your photographic memory (which is a lie, you have a 2.7 GPA). You can't remember your teaching assistant's name, and you can't remember that your Puffton rent check was due four days ago, yet you remember the middle name of the kid who tripped her in fifth grade and gave her that cute little scar on her shoulder. Maybe it's because you actually listen when she talks. When do you actually listen? Never. But she doesn't know.
But she has a boyfriend. The kid is a tool, and you are not. He has no redeeming qualities, and you have about 38, even when you're hung over. You could kick his butt, and you've never been in a fight in your life. He treats her like crap, and you would treat her like the princess she believed herself to be on Halloween in 1988.
But she loves him. He wouldn't know what he had even if she slapped him across the face and dumped him, but somehow she still loves him. And somehow she still doesn't know.
But nothing changes. She doesn't know. You get that library elevator feeling in your stomach that she'll never know. You get that feeling that you'll be forced to write a cheesy Collegian column about her that makes "Sleepless in Seattle" look like "Girls Gone Wild."
You go to sleep. You wake up. She doesn't know. You're not in love. You're not obsessed. You blame it on the fact that you just need to get some, but still, it's about more than that. It would just be nice if once in your life, things worked out the way you wanted them

So ___________, it's about time you know*.
Now cut this out, fill in her name, and give it to her, coward. Just let me know how it works out.

[Here's the catch]
[She didn't care]

[As usual, don't take this too literally, no I didn't copy and paste, I used my own words because I'm a writer]

two

The good boy stands in the shadows.
The good girl doesn't see him,
Or sees him as nothing to see.
Society shows her what she wants,
Society creates the image,
The image of the perfect boy,
The perfect boy with all the looks,
The experience,
The popularity.
And she follows the image,
Again and again,
And each time it doesn't work out,
It tears a hole in a fragile heart,
And each time she fills the hole in with another.
After all,
Maybe this one will be the perfect one, but
She can't find perfection there,
Not where society says to look.
After all,
Perfection is an illusion.
True perfection is only found in flaws.
But with each try, and
Each stab,
The hole in her heart grows larger,
And larger,
Until her fragile heart breaks.
But sometimes that's what it takes,
That shows her what she actually wants.
That shows her the cycle,
Not the image society protects.
And in that moment,
She knows.
And the lights slow down.
She looks to the side, and
She sees the boy in the shadows.
She finally sees him as something worth looking at,
The boy she has been waiting since second grade to find.
And in that moment,
True love is born.

Don't be fooled. Don't wait until your heart is broken.