with liberty and justice for all

yeah, i'm so strung out that i used lyrics from the Pledge of Aligence as a title. i was trying to think up some thoughtful phrase about how screwed up life is, but i got nothing. today is another poetry, but PLEASE keep in mind this is ALL hypothetical! for real! i just love to think up how people around me or in books or on TV feel.
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everything is on the line
everything is in danger
everything is hanging in the balance
like someone trying to grip a slippery cliff for dear life
like being shot at with no weapon
like reaching for something to grab as you fall
it isn't fair
that you have to go through this too
but you assure me
it's what you want
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the little baby stares
it doesn't know a thing
it's too young to understand
it's parents,
the two people who used to love each other
more than anything but him,
are battling each other
to see who gets to keep him
to see him every day
a luxury they both used to take for granted
and one of them will soon lose
this is life
how it happens
some people say it's the mother's fault
other says it's the father's
but no matter who's to blame
they all have to gather
to battle for the little baby they love
and everyone knows
she's going to lose
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i love you
you're amazing
i love you
you're extraordinary
i love you
you're gorgeous
i love you
you're sweet
i love you
you're perfect

i told you so

i told you this was an every-once-in-a-while blog. i feel no need to make excuses about where i've been, since i've been here the whole time.
i feel like writing more somewhat depressing poetry. i hope you like it. and remember -- as Andrew seems to be the only one who knows, i write my crappy free verse about OTHER PEOPLE, not myself. i'm not at all vain like that.
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am i in denial?
am i afraid?
what's the matter with me?
you're perfect
everything i ever could have wished for
but yet i just can't say
i love you
those words won't go past my lips
they grab my tongue or my tonsils
they won't come out
and because i can't voice my love for you
for whatever reason
you don't know it
you think you're just my boy toy
but if you knew
how much more than that you mean to me
it would blow your mind
i don't care what they think
i don't care what they say
because i know i'm in love with you
but i'm too afraid of losing you to say it

it's a love story

helen posted on her and Sunday's blog about how she thinks i'm in love with Andrew.
moron.
i've been feeling a little better lately, but not much.
life just kinda gets me down.
meh.
so i am in love, that much is true. but it's not Andrew. i won't tell you who it is. that's my secret.
according to my sidebar, i'm a liar if i don't tell you my secret.
then my pants are metaphorically on fire.