Everything seemed good, but I knew it had the potential to be awful.

We didn't get that chance because I was afraid. Afraid I had no chance with you.

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.

The longer you wait, and this is true, the slower the hands will move.

And concentrating on the spot where the two spindles should be is the closest I get to looking Hannah's eyes as she tells my story.

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

I'm listening to someone give up. Someone I knew—someone I liked. I'm listening... but still, I'm too late.