force of habit

i have no love in my heart

so i will force it.

i will force myself to do loving things,

to have loving thoughts, to be as lovely

as i can be.

maybe one day, i won't have to force

myself anymore and i'll find that the

love in my heart flows out naturally

like a spring of water.

i hope that one day that these habits

will become the real thing and that i won't

be a horrible person anymore with a

horrible heart. until then,

i will try to make myself love.

hypocrite

i do what i hate.

would i do something that i hate?

i wouldn't.

then i must love what i do, but i always regret it after.

am i still a hypocrite?

images

people fall in love with images. when i give you roses, you'll take a snapshot of a moment and use it to define me. when i raise my voice and lose you for a second, you'll take a picture of me, and use it against me when you begin to weigh your options. i wonder how many images you will take of me. i wonder which of them will tip the scales, either in my favor or our end. i hope you will see that i am not just one or many images of one kind, but that i am all of them. romantic and all. anger and all. kisses on the forehead and all. the silent treatment and all. sins and all. the bad images will always outweigh the good and you will look for others, who only show you their best side, you will choose to see their best side and ignore the bad because you find comfort in knowing that at least those images won't be of me.

workshop

i liked the details

because they were

detaily.

i liked the story

because you

told one.

i liked the voice

because you

spoke.

i thought you used

i too much.

i thought the story

wasn't good.

i thought the voice

was inconsistent.

i didn't like it.

i think i'm a liar.

opinions

they don't matter.