the mistress of nonconfrontation strikes again...i wrote this poem for someone i know.....actually i think i wrote it during class one day....shows how much i pay attention.....i have not titled it yet, so for now i guess it can just be referred to as "the poem"....


is it possible that i love half a person?
can it be that part of someone is all i've hoped and longed and dreamed of and all i hope to be, while part of him is everything i hate and contradicts all i want?
a confusing mess of right and wrong surrounds my troubled heart.
to love, or not to love....
do i sacrifice pure happiness by clinging to my morals?
by being who i want to be am i saving myself pain?
the answers remain muddled in a sea of doubt and fear, so for now i'll be content to simply love the man i hate.