Why I love you, you’ll ask, The real question should be why wouldn’t I? The way your eyes glisten and light up when your talking about something your interested in, or how the fact your constantly so energetic and confident even when your not feeling yourself you always make me smile and laugh. And then when I look into your eyes and you get mad that I keep staring but I can’t stop your just so beautiful, you have this thing about you I can’t even be mad at your cause when you look at me I smile and can’t keep a straight face cause you make me feel so many emotions it’s hard to channel them somtimes. And yes we get mad at eachother but that’s what we do,we get mad,but no matter what or how long it takes we fix it because not only are you my boyfriend you are my best friend the only one I have left who understands me.And I want you by my side through thick and thin your that light at the end of that really dark tunnel, and I know I’m a handful you may even say bitch at times and I know I make it hard for you and I’m sorry for that but I am just constantly scared of loosing the boy who brought me together and fixed me. I hope we make it to the part we’re we fulfill the dreams we made together cause I want you in my life forever as my partner and to be my husband and when you go off to the army I’ll be here waiting for you to come back, you’ll always have me counting on you, I love you.

In a town where secrets hide and shadows creep, Four perspectives intertwined, a story to keep. First, a woman's tale, eyes wide with fright, She saw a man rob a bank, a criminal in sight.

She tells the details, of how he held her captive, His actions so brutal, it seemed so massive. But doubts start to form, as the story unfolds, Is this perspective true, or merely what she molds?

Perspective two reveals another side to the tale, Where the robber wanted solitude, to prevail. Yet the woman insisted, she be part of the crime, A partner in mischief, an accomplice in prime.

The pieces start to shift, a puzzle rearranged, As perspective three enters, a witness deranged. A civilian saw them both enter the bank's door, But noticed the man forcing the woman to explore.

Clues start to emerge, like whispers in the dark, Pointing towards perspective four, a silent spark. A security guard's thoughts, they quietly roam, Believing someone forced both the man and woman to roam.

So reader, begin to ponder, the truth just out of reach, As each perspective intertwines, with secrets each does breach. Subtle hints are scattered, like breadcrumbs on a trail, Leading towards the security guard's unspoken detail.

But the story is not yet complete, it's up to you to decide, For the truth lies dormant, waiting deep inside. Piece together the clues, follow the subtle signs, And uncover the secret that the security guard defines.

In the end, the power of deduction shall reveal, Which perspective held the truth, with clues so surreal. The robbery's mystery will unravel, like a woven thread, And truth shall triumph, as the security guard's words are shed.

Tap Tap Tap Please! Why won’t she stop What’s she doing That child of mine She’s going to break something Tap Tap Tap Please! Just one more One more time Then my brain Might shut up One Two Three What? Why’s she talking To herself Is she kidding This isn’t normal One Two Three What? I’ve forgotten Where I was Just to be safe I’ll start again Then I snap Then she snaps For goodness sake For goodness sake!! Why are you doing this Why are you like this But she doesn’t answer But I can’t answer So I sob She screams I wail Sssssshhh I tell her Be quiet She hisses at me And I tap And count And obsess It’s fine I say She lies But nothing Nothing Can make this ok.

I was not there when it happened. I witnessed the plane hit. It was rapid. The towers stood tall, but now they are flattened.

I was just one year old. There were two other attacks, I was told. Rescue workers were quick and bold.

I was far away from the events. The belongings in my bag make up my parent's contents. Who knows what all this devastation presents.

I hear about it every year on the anniversary. I go to the memorial and grieve for my parents universally. They ended up with cancer and needed surgery.

I don’t remember. I saw it unfold like an ember. We cleaned up after the events in September.

off she goes. they sent her away and i know it’s awful to say but isn’t the timing awful convenient? how she was crying about how it was a secret?

they both found out at the same time and now they doubt that i wasn’t lying what if they think it’s me? think i’m the problem what if they can’t break free of the thought it was them?

If you’re not happy Do something about it You’re not a tree You’re not grounded or have roots to keep you in one place No one is forcing you to stay where you’re not happy Go where you’re not wanted Think real hard before making the leap If dreaming of something or someone else makes you smile then go be happy Remember you’re not a DAMN TREE

Nervous sweat covers me My crush was my friend How could this be? You just asked my to be your girlfriend

Been 20 minutes and I Don't know what to say I'm so nervous do I Have to answer today?

Mom doesn't full approve Says to ask my friend That moved If I should be his girlfriend

Agh, what should I say Yes or no? Do I have to say yes today? I don't know!

20 minutes, no answer What will she say? All I asked was to date her Will she answer today?

I finally wasn't a coward And asked And she hasn't said a word I am being ignored

[A/N: this isnt fiction... nothing is made up. I haven't said anything I'm nervous 🤢]

The times I had with you, Ahhh, how I had no clue

              I loved you, that I knew,

     Can you feel all the truth?
     You made me feel brand new




  The emptiness around your pitiful self,
       I can hardly imagine I liked you
    I’m ashamed of it, honestly, that I fell,
        But I hope you don’t know that

Whatever happened to the Mary Celeste? Who encircled the globe in the 1870s

Abandoned off the Portuguese coast bereft Of her captain, crew all lost to the sea

Her hatches asunder, her quarters a mess November 25th the ship log’s final entry

Was she the victim of betrayal and theft? Some look for answers in piracy

Other blame nature for getting her best Waves, spouts, krakens are the top three

I think by lifeboat the panicked crew left To escape a flood or flash fire tragedy

Curse or ghost, alien probe or tidal crest Every clue blooms into another query

Whatever happened to the Mary Celeste? Forever preserved in prose and mystery

Crush on someone Autistic Rips farts Toots Eats bertrums Races against hampsters