Entry 3

He has brown eyes that light up when he sees me.  He has pink, thick lips that glisten before he kisses me.  His ears, nothing like Dumbo's or an elf's', but seem to grow to the perfect size when I talk and he listens so closely.  His muscular arms and back wrap around me; they enclose me with safety.  The scars and wounds in his stomach remind me of the disease he fights every minute of his life.  The tattoo on his arm, a medical alert, lets people know he is a Type 1 diabetic.  This man, 20 years old, is my best friend, and soul mate.

I Remember When...

I remember when I had no troubles or worries.
When I was young and innocent;
a child with blond, silky curls, and big, deep blue eyes like the ocean.
I remember when my father hurt me;
And when my mother hurt me, too.
I remember when I cried myself to sleep, and the times I forced myself to go to school while I was sick,
Just so I wouldn't have to stay home.
I remember when it got better than worse but better again.
I remember the times when I had fun and lived life to the fullest, then I started getting sick.
I danced and played almost every sport I could.
I remember the doctor's appointments becoming so frequent it was practically a second home.
I remember when I grew up,
Even thought I am still growing.

Hate Cannot Drive Love; Only Love Can Do That

Hate cannot drive love; only love can do that.
We thrive for love, but we thrive on hate.
Hate is all around us and seems to over power love,
like how snow and gray clouds overpower the sun and its rays during winter.
Love tries to peak through and show its warm, desirable face,
But hate...
Hate runs our lives, and love gives hate its powerful strength to keep a place in our lives.
Love seems to be the epicenter of mankind, but hate has a place right next to love.
We've come to know and love hate.