A Glass Half Full

there is something to be said
for simplicity
for only half
for not knowing
there is virtue in silence
in wondering
in searching
and in not finding the answer
there is good in undecided
in incomplete
in broken
and in waiting forever
there is a fulfillment
found only by some
to dance with no music
to fly with no wings
to be happy without reason
for to find acceptance
within oneself
of a middle ground
of a sad truth
or of an inhuman act
is to find life
and to embrace these faults
these cracks in the surface
is to truly live life

A Little Emo-Something

I am alone. I have no one left.

Even before this last straw i knew in the back of my mind that my old ties were slowly drifting away. We stopped talking as much. We would only call each other once or twice a month... on special occasions... like distant relatives trying to protect the illusion of intimacy or familiarity even. "Promise to keep in touch? Promise to call?" but neither of us cared enough to make it happen.

At least i still had someone who i could call up when i needed help.Even after the fight, i had him. He was a friend i could always count on to make me smile...it was my fault really. I should have known better than to put myself out there like that. I should never have expected so much out of him... Ive seen how he is with the girls he dates... He treats them like shit. And yet i just got so sucked in by my own fantasy version of what was happening...

And what about her. That last person. The one who is so close to me sometimes...the person i love and relate to so well...she almost took her place. but even she admits it. She just doesn't have the time. When she has something to talk about, she can call me anytime... but i cant get the time of day can i? So now i realize how much closer she is to everyone else...how they are a closed unit and don't need me. Everyone else has that one person now. Except me.

I am alone.