Perhaps I will never understand how he makes me feel,

Just as I will never understand the idea of dying. 

The whole thing is scary, terrifying.

These dark shadows in life I will never define in a moment.

It grows beyond years of learning mistakes,

Thoughtless dreams that lead to something I wish would not explain.

It is hard to understand.

I will be judged by the things I say,

By the things I have done,

By the things I do.

There are things I wish could stay the same...

But nothing in life can be forever constant.

I will be as old as time,

I will be as old as the emotions I am made of...

But I will be as young as I have been...

Sitting here quietly in my thoughts,

In my mistakes,

In my misunderstandings of making right and wrong choices.

I just hope that he understands that I do not always understand myself.