"Things have changed for me, and that's ok."
The Debris Settles

A loud thud as I fall to one knee,
My front covered in streaming crimson,
I look up, confused,
But as I fall to the ground, I grin,
For her chest has wound of mine,
Laced with poison.

Tomorrow Is My Test

They do behest,
That I should rest,
But I do detest,
This rest,
For tomorrow is my test.

Miniver Cheevy

Miniver Cheevy, child of scorn,

Grew lean while he assailed the seasons;

He wept that he was ever born,

And he had reasons.

Miniver loved the days of old

When swords were bright and steeds were prancing;

The vision of a warrior bold

Would set him dancing.

Miniver sighed for what was not,

And dreamed, and rested from his labors;

He dreamed of Thebes and Camelot,

And Priam’s neighbors.

Miniver mourned the ripe renown

That made so many a name so fragrant;

He mourned Romance, now on the town,

And Art, a vagrant.

Miniver loved the Medici,

Albeit he had never seen one;

He would have sinned incessantly

Could he have been one.

Miniver cursed the commonplace

And eyed a khaki suit with loathing;

He missed the mediaeval grace

Of iron clothing.

Miniver scorned the gold he sought,

But sore annoyed was he without it;

Miniver thought, and thought, and thought,

And thought about it.

Miniver Cheevy, born too late,

Scratched his head and kept on thinking;

Miniver coughed, and called it fate,

And kept on drinking.

- E. A. Robinson

"I’m glad I met you:)"

People like you,

Things like this,

They don’t exist.

This weekend it’ll resolve,

No one can cut me.