A poem from many years ago!

Even now
I think about you
I can't help it
It's just something I'm used to
I'll never forget you
You were my first love
There's no way to stop
This feeling I get
When I think of you
We were perfect for each other
What went so wrong?
I guess things just changed
We both just moved on
I'll always love you though
I could never stop
I see you in passing
And my heart still begins to race
"I shouldn't feel this anymore"
I tell myself everyday
You probably hate me
For the decisions that I've made
But I'll always love you
No matter what I do
I'll never forget you
You were my first true love.

I'm holding on your rope,
Got me ten feet off the ground
I'm hearin what you say but I just can't make a sound
You tell me that you need me
Then you go and cut me down, but wait
You tell me that you're sorry
Didn't think I'd turn around, and say...

It's too late to apologize, it's too late
I said it's too late to apologize, it's too late

I'd take another chance, take a fall
Take a shot for you
And I need you like a heart needs a beat
But it's nothin new
I loved you with a fire red-
Now it's turning blue, and you say...
"Sorry" like the angel heaven let me think was you
But I'm afraid...

It's too late to apologize, it's too late
I said it's too late to apologize, it's too late

"Apologize" -One Republic

Is this it?

If you knew you only had one shot would you take it? Knowing that this would be the decision that decided the rest of your life. I used to be the girl that took every chance that I could just to find out what the result would be! Where has she gone? Has anyone seen this girl I speak of? I now find myself sticking with the safe road. I feel like I'm standing just steps from the edge, to scared to look over in fear of losing my safety. It's scary what fear can do to humans but what's scarier is how the fear of being alone without love can change a person from who they really are. "If you don't love me for who I really am what's the point?" I want to find me again. I want to jump off the edge with a running start. This edge that has this unbearable hold on me. I want to run, fly, live! I want to find me again. Me...? Who am I? I...? I am artistic and I believe I need art back in my life. I love art all kinds. Music, poetry, paintings, sculptures, writing, the list is endless. I need coffee and friends back in my life. I'm so tired of going through the Starbucks drive through. I want the type of coffee where you can sit for hours on end catching up with old friends and loved ones that know the true you. I need romance. You know the kind of love that makes you tingle. I'm so tired of doing the daily's. I want that little extra. So the question is do I take that shot and live on the safe side or do I jump and hope that someone will catch me that can help me rediscover ME?

You can't rain on my parade anymore!

Dear Mr. To Good To Be True,
You can't rain on my parade anymore! I'M DONE!
Love,
-Katie