ForeverWillBeLongEnough

Just your hand in mind is enough to make me smile.

Maybe its because I haven’t gotten what I’ve never given.

I just want to feel loved.
I want to be loved in the midst of my anger.
I want to be cared for when I look my worst, and feel my worst.
I want someone to hold me and tell my worst fears that it’s going to be okay.
I want someone to stick with me when I’m no fun or when my spiritual tank has ran dry.
I want to be filled up again when I can’t even think of continuing on.
I want to be loved so unconditionally and so deeply that I’ll never be able to pay back the debt.
I know this is the love of my heavenly father, the love I truly long for.
I’m tired of the love conditional.
The love that only comes around when it wants to be loved too.
The love that doesn’t want you for who you are, but for the part of you it likes most.
The love that fades over time.
The love that leaves or quits when things get hard.
I know this is the love of human beings, but I want something more than this type of love; the same love I see in my parents, friends, relationships.
I want to be loved unconditionally.

Slip some night heels on me
And I’ll be

Your personal dancing queen

Now your just somebody that I used to know.

Worlds Apart

Can we relate?

When we hang out will there be anything we can both talk about?

Will you judge me as different, and will you seem foreign to me?

Your a marine, you’ve drank, you’ve done drugs, you curse up a sailors storm. Your life is a mysterious warp or curiousities and no self control to stay away from them.

I have stayed away from that lifestyle a while back. I’m as clean, as sober as can be. Peer pressure doesn’t even phase me.

You have dreams of rafting the Mississippi, snorkeling in Vietnam, and surfing the Hawaiian coast.

I stay inside my comfort zone, so scared to reach to those far away places of ideal  mountainry, roughing it, and survival. 

You love your family, look forward to coming home; to your mothers hugs, your fathers dinners, and you brothers love.

I hate my home here, and I want to escape from the family that pains me to speak of their names.

Your friends are druggies, always out to seek a thrill in games, getting high, and surfing danger.

My friends are Christians, who play tag in the park, read the bible during lunch, and  leave a polite trail whereever they go.

Despite looking at you, and knowing we come from opposite end of the earth, and despite the fear that comes every time you remember me when you come back home and ask to “catch up”, we always find a common ground, something to talk about. When you peel away the lives we have made for ourselves, underneath, we are both God fearing human beings, and even though your a marine, and I am a school girl, you can still be my friend.

That gritty feeling that the guy your with, likes the girl that you guys are hanging out  with.

I came on here to post something really really angry….but then…trying to figure out how to put it into words left me with no purpose to write it at all.

The end : )

You are who you are.
I am who I am.