crazedsweetheart

my mother tells me that i should be ashamed for dipping my baby carrots in salad dressing, that my food doesn't need the salt i sprinkle on it. my afternoon tea doesn't need any sugar, skip the lemonade and drink the water instead. do you really need that? her sharp tone echoes like military orders in the face of combat. she tells me that at my age, her jean size was half of mine and i resist the urge to tell her that maybe that means she had half the character i do. shopping with her, she butts heads with a body-image complex, telling me to quit fooling myself and pick the next size up. i shock her time and time again when i cram my

7 9 13                       he took a bow overlooking interstate 680:                                            car-comets in full spin,                                                           orbital lights                                                   his dreams planetary, saturnian -                                           he almost sprouted wings that night and                                    i cannot say it would not be beautiful;                              the palpations of downtown pumping                              luminous cells, coursing                                        through highway veins      

I've learned - that you cannot make someone love you. All you can do is be someone who can be loved. The rest is up to them. I've learned - that no matter how much I care, some people just don't care back. I've learned - that it takes years to build up trust, and only seconds to destroy it. I've learned - that it's not what you have in your life but what it means to lose it all I've learned - that you can get by on charm for about fifteen minutes. After that, you'd better know something. I've learned - that you shouldn't compare yourself to the best others can do but to the best you can do. I've learned - that it's not what happens to p