And here he is again, yet things feel like they'll never be as easy between us as they once were.

Watching those guys pummel each other so no one would suspect them of being weak was too much for me. Their reputations were more important than their faces.

Will I ever get control of my life? Will I always be shoved back and pushed around by those I trust?

Because I've heard so many stories that I don't know which one is the most popular. But I do know which is the least popular. The truth.

When the right moment appears, the key is to not let it pass.

That’s what i love about poetry. The more abstract, the better. The stuff were your not sure what the poets talking about. You may have an idea, but you cant be sure. Not a hundred percent. Each word, specifically chosen, could have a million different meanings. Is it a stand-in ―a symbol for another idea? Does it fit into a larger, more hidden, metaphor? ...I hated poetry until someone showed me how to appreciate it. He told me to see poetry as a puzzle. Its up to the reader to decipher the code, or the words, based on everything they know about life and emotions.

Two steps behind her, I say her name. "Skye.