I don't write sappy love poem's or do I?

I just want you to know I don't often put my work out here, on the Interweb, for everyone to read, make fun of, etc. This is a work in progress, fyi. I don't need to tell you what it's about; the poem is pretty much self explanatory. Also, don't copy my poem, copying or stealing it or saying it's your own creation is called plagiarism and that's illegal, and I'd be super pissed. If you'd like to leave a comment or two, what you like about it, what you don't, if any part of it is confusing, or any general comments, that would be much appreciated.

xo,

Ari

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A Thursday in May: A Daydream

To taste my Orbit Cinnamint gum

on the tip of your tongue

to hold your hand

your fingers curled around mine

to hear your voice in my dreams

the movement of your lips

while words spill out

to smell your favorite Midsummer Night

candle burning in my mind

while looking into your dark brown eyes

just our souls—

two strings entwined.

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Everything I write is 100% original work.

Just a thought

I posted this on Facebook and I've come to a realization..."These last two days have been full of  so many endings and I've made so many strange connections between everything that I've just felt so much and I've felt very alone, but we're all really alone. 

I've been watching FMA the last few weeks and finished all 51 episodes yesterday, 7/15 (15, 51 are reflections of one another). I've also been writing in my notebook and filled it halfway today. I've been dreaming about people and storylines that are figuratively and literally cut in half. A man who broke his soul in half to create a superhero, a dream about a golden retriever drowning in a flood and the dream stops in the middle, I've been recalling a bunch of dreams in which I am remembering what happens in the middle and what happens in one ties into another. My internship is also over today, I just got back the article I wrote and it's done. 

I've also been thinking about why we meet certain people, why do we know who we do? I can't help but ask, Why did I meet this person at this time? What's the point? Is it all random? It doesn't seem random. I feel like there's a purpose to all of this but I'm just so confused. I feel like everything is in the middle, the middle of what I can't tell you, but it just feels like something I can't describe." 

I have no friends because I'm a horrible friend. No one ever calls me, I don't ever call anyone. My only real friend has been my dog, and she can't speak English. I don't trust anyone because I think they'll just disappear on me, so why build anything with anyone. I feel like a shitty person. I'm not a good friend for anyone. I don't even know what to say when someone really needs a friend. I'm not sure if I've ever been a friend to anyone. What a waste of a person. 

I also find it extremely difficult to call people. I call and I'm at a complete loss for words, I know what I should say or what I'm supposed to say, but I find it hard to say it. 

Get Over It!

The wonderful thing about law is that it has nothing to do with emotion  Just because you feel a certain way, well I'm here to tell you that doesn't mean anything. A fair trial is what you get here. If you don't like the system you're free to pack up your shit and move the fuck out of the country, absolutely no one is stopping you. I'm tired of hearing people complain that the justice system is unfair and it doesn't work. Seriously, you're an idiot that reacts emotionally without thinking if you actually believe that. Just because you are unhappy with a verdict does not mean a trial was unfair! 

Learn to accept and let go because just because you feel entitled to have things that you have no control over go your way, I'm here to tell you, you don't. I have three words for you: get over it.