Some call it a fantasy land,
the place where unicorns sing...

This poem goes out to Amanda Todd, a 15 year old...

I cry at your very happiness
No, not because of jealousy...

I remember crying once...and no,
it wasn't a soft cry, it was a river of tears...

Just a little past midnight, you gave me a scare
You text “Chels are you up?” there...

You're the one thing that can't be resolved.
The one person who ruptured my heart to break...

Tired eyes, throbbing temples, I am awake again.
Aggression eats my muscles, frying my nerve...

I can't believe a fantasy, my dream, turned into...
There he was, in my bed, lying right next to me...

Shes in her mid 20s, but back in high school
Doing pot with her friends because it makes her so...

It's a crazy situation, an unfortunate...
I wish we both had the guts to just take a chance...

*I'm going on a missions trip July 20 to New...
In just one week I’ll be gone...

To whom it may concern,
I am unaware of your name, sir...