I'm ready to die anytime, and I just can't wait.

Loving me is fickle.

And again, I have just fallen in love. Not with the person yet, but with his words, the attention he gives me, and the idea of being in love with him. Quick like lightning, and short as a breath, I got hooked on him. The same old me, lame and fickle, easily fooled by love's sweet trickery.

A Polar Kill

Take me to the moon and back,
if you would.
Keep my fingers crossed for you,
love me good.

The more and more you give,
light of hope dissipates.
When you've found a reason to live,
you learn how heartache tastes.

Polar magnet pulls me,
opposing forces hinder.
Attraction kills the bee:
a tragic love affair.