Growing Up

I think growing up means learning what life is. When you're little, you have all these ideas of how it should be. Standards, plans, outlooks and you think that if you just sit around and wait for them to happen to you  life will just work out. But life isn't like that, for anybody; you can't fall in love with a standard, you have to fall in love with a person.  You can't wait for your plans to materialize, because they may never materialize the way you think they will. You can't wait to watch your ideas and standards walk up to you, because you can't know what's yours until you have it. 

I always say, always take the first chance in case you never get a second one, but growing up takes that even one step further, growing up means that you have to hold on to what you have, when you have it, because what you have- that's yours- and all the ideals and criteria you have set in your head, those aren't yours, because those haven't happened to you and may never.

Far Too Long

For a moment there,
I saw an ounce of promise in you.
I saw something, something that made me curious.
Something that made me want to know more.

But you weren't strong enough to follow through on that.
You slowly started to fade just like the rest of them.

I just hope for your sake
that you one day find it again....
Someone who simply wants to know and love you.
I hope that you manage to brush away the clutter in your head
and find a way
to love, and be loved.

It's something you've been without for far too long.