One night I was sitting around my house doing some home work and I heard this noise coming out of my sisters room. It sounded like snoring or something! I knew that her boyfriend was over, but they were suppose to be studying together, so I wasn't sure what was going on. So I went back into her room to investigate. When I reached her doorway and peeked in, I wasn't surprised when I found them both asleep on her bed. The moment captured my heart, just to see them cuddling each other. I was inspired to write what I would have felt if I was the one sleeping and holding the one I loved so close...

I was inspired to write this poem when I hung up the phone with a friend that really means a lot to me. He gives me feelings inside that just spark my desire to write. I can't describe the feelings that come over me. So, I release them and express them in this poem.

How are we suppose to deal with depression? We all have our own ways of dealing with it, but sometimes it gets carried away. I know . . . When my boyfriend left me I didn't think that his excuse was the honest truth. Seeing he obviously showed that he didn't have feelings for me anymore, I thought that his reasons had to do with me. So, I thought of many ways to try and convert myself and live up to his high standards and expectations of what he wanted me to be.

I remembered him telling me that my weight was a problem to him, so I was determined to do something about it. Whoever knew that bulimia was a thought? Well, this poem was written when I was in my room looking at myself in the mirror and what I had become . . . I didn't care about what I was doing to myself, all I could think about is how much I wanted him back. Well, I know that isn't going to happen, and now that I look at it from a better point of view, I don't want it to happen . . . I'm still dealing with the repercussions that came out of my choices, but they are healing with time. I'm learning to move on and slowly learning to love again . . .

The feeling of obligation is something that is common in most relationships. I know that I've been through it and now that I look at it, it was because of that feeling that I was hurt the most. I gave so much that I can never get back and I regret that so much. I just didn't want to lose him. I still don't understand the feelings that I felt, as well as the reason why I did some of the things I did, but I guess some things are suppose to remain a mystery.

This poem is about someone that meant a lot to me. He made me smile without even trying, but when it came to breaking my heart, he did all that he could. I thought that I could trust him with everything that I had to give to him, but he proved me wrong. He betrayed me and took advantage of the way I felt towards him, and because no one had ever done that to me before I didn't know how to handle it. So, I wrote this poem about how he made me feel from the beginning to the end of our relationship...