We're Just Fine

Walk down the street

With your hand in mine

Everything is so simply put

                With your hand in mine

I think we are normal –

I think we’re just fine

And so we’ll walk down this street

                With your hand in mine

Past the school, curious children stare

Past a bakery, you start to care

To mind these stares

They’re staring alright.

I ask myself, “If this love is wrong,

Then why does it feel so right?”

 A right to love I’d have fight

The masses, the people who hide behind their faith

Am I supposed to change?

And He stays the same –

Burn the leaves and twigs in your faith

Who should be ashamed?

Who’s really using God’s name in vain?

Cause in my eyes

I’m normal, I’m just fine

And so, I’ll walk down this street

With her hand in mine.

Okay

Okay, so we're not friend's
Not so much as strangers
Stuck between these broken bookends
Of happily ever after.

I don't have to exist.
The 's' in exit doesn't exist.
I guess that doesn't matter
Because this is my happily ever after.

So we pretend to not know each other
I'll do my best to walk away
I'll do my best to not see you
Or even look at your face

I want to say I hate you
But that's something I can't do
The times I held a blade across my wrist
The only thing that stopped me was you.

Thinking you and I could be friends.
Thinking you and I could be strangers
Thinking that somehow we could play pretend
And I would've moved on after

My motto is this
I'll live to die another day

Let's Be Risk Takers

Simple thought crossed through my mind.
I want change. I want to be audacious, almost daring.
I want to break out of my shell.
No more of this shyness, and caring about what others will think.

So this is what I will do.
I will talk to you.
I will say to you this one simple thing.
Hi, my name is Hae.
It's nice to meet you.

Do You Think It's Worth the Fight?

Many people have told me this before, "If you truly love someone, just let them go." Going through all the good and messed up relationships I have had, I truly believed in that statement. Yes, it was better to let go.

I call bullshit on that. 

As I'm older now, I realized how much of a fuck up I was. How I could have had everything I ever wanted, but it has taken me so long to be where I am. My ex always told me to grow up, and it took two years, but hell I finally am. It fucking sucks.

But it allows me to think. It allows for my mind to draw conclusions to the problems my preteen brain created back then.

If someone is worth keeping in your life, then keep them. If you love them, but they don't love you, then just realize it and move on. You don't have to let them go. Just keep them around for other sake.

Because they are worth it.

Maybe this makes no sense and I'm just ranting. Maybe this is just me talking after getting too many blows to the head at boxing. Maybe I'm just crazy.

If you are reading this. You know who you are. I believed that you were worth keeping around as a friend. Sorry it was a little bit late. 2 years? It's a while, but I'm slow. 

I tried. I tried so hard to be your friend. 

How about some reciprocity? 

Signed, 

Hae

We Are No Different From You

Some call this union a blessing
Some call it a sin
But my love for you
Comes from within
If colour is no longer an issue
If we have let our mentalities bloom
Then why is gender a problem
Considered a threat of terrorism
To be destroying Earth's population
Brutalizing God's creation

But God told you to love me.
He told me to live, to be
He didn't tell you to judge me
He didn't tell me to bleed
He didn't even tell me to believe.

Some call this union a blessing.
Some call it a sin.
...
But my love for you.
Comes from within.

Thing One and Thing Two

Playful poem for someone special to me.
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If I was thing one

And you were thing two

I would say to you

Hey thing two

I think I’m in love with you

Now you would say

Hey, that’s not quite right

Why should I be thing two tonight

We would fuss and fight

Tickle and tease

Gurgles and shouts

Ha’s and whee’s!

Now as thing one

The best one at that

I’d say to you with a pat

You are not just thing two to me

Can’t you see?

You are the whole world to me

Not thing two or thing B

Thing Do or thing mi

Guardian Angel

I do not particularly follow a particular faith. For the longest time I believed that the world was on it's own. Set forward by pure science and luck. 

My faith has changed then, when I moved away from home. 

But then the question came forth: Which religion do I follow?

I find it hard to answer that. I turn to all different forms of deities when I am feeling stressed, or lost. It isn't because I am fickle and indecisive, but rather that I believe that if the faith is there, it shouldn't matter which religion I believe in. 

The faith remains the same shouldn't it?

I've been broken and lost. Shattered into a million pieces and I thought I could never, ever, pick myself back up. I didn't think I had the courage to pick up my head and go on with my day. Then I met this person...wonderful person and honestly the first thing running through my mind when I first saw her was: "Wouldn't it be great to know her?" 

Things may not be working out for me at the moment, but the day goes on. Between us, money, things like that do not matter. In the end... at the end of the day, I realize that she's my best friend.The bond between us is strong and can not be broken that easily. 

In strange ways our lives overlap. 

This was inspired by her. I promised to always protect her. I don't have to. She's strong, she can protect herself. But I want to. I feel like it's the least I can do for her. She is so brave and has such a big heart. It's hard not to fall for someone like her.

When I feel broken and lost...I know she's there with me. And I remind her the same each day.

"Hey, dear...I'm not that far away after all."   

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Guardian Angels protect me

Giving me strength when I might fall

Giving me the power to go on

Giving me light before dawn

She watches over me

Guiding me when I’m lost

Giving me grace through it all

Allowing me to go where I want

To take the road I want to take

She judges me

Not on my religion, but my faith

Not on my belief nor my hate

But rather my love for her

To her I’m no other –

There can be no other stronger

Than my love for her