Taking Risks

I've decided to quit the job that I've been working for the past 7 months. Although the money was "all right," the hours were not. As a 23 year old living in New York City, I couldn't allow myself to work 60 hours a week for basic pay in a cafe; it's not what I want to do.

So, I'm ballooning for a bit, and I hope this break will allow me to not only learn about myself, but give me the chance to spread my roots. I need to step away from the negativity that cafe brought into my everyday life and relearn what it means to be "Sandy."

So, we'll see. Happy Hunting.

Too Bad

"Don't we all deserve second chances?"
I once asked myself in a pathetic moment of desperation.
At the time, I truly believed it. I wanted nothing more.
I had been denied the opportunity.

When you had returned to me, asking for another chance,
Of course I was wary. But I took the bait.
I thought you'd come to your senses,
Seen how great I really am.

Huh.
I guess you were in it for the sex.
Not the emotion.

Too bad I'm emotionally driven.
Too bad the two go hand-in-hand.
Too bad I was duped.

Amor

Love isn't logical or rational.
It's blind and deaf --
Blind to color and shape; deaf to harsh words and advice.
So how can one plan it?
How does one keep from falling?
Continuously step backwards until Love grows tired of tugging?

No.

Love plays on emotions and takes hold of the heart.
There is no anticipating.
Cupid's stubborn arrows aren't equipped with hesitation.
The arrows aren't easily removed either.
You're fucked as soon as you're hit.

Please don't tell me we're moving too fast.
There is no set pace.
Please don't say it's not what you want.
We both know we've no choice.
Please don't tell me you're scared.
I am to; I'm terrified.
Please don't say you don't love me.
Love only works well with two.