...he Makes Me Feel Out Of Control

I’m Not Sure I’ll Ever Be Finished. No Matter How Much I Write, There Will Always Be Something I Should’ve Said.

Love," He Said, "has The Longest Arms.

I Don't Know Anything About Anything. The Only Difference Between Then And Now Is This: I May Know More Than I Used To But My Wisdom Pales In Comparison To That Which I Have Yet To Learn

I Know It Makes Sense For Me And Him To Just Break Up Now And Just Live Our Seperate Lives And Not Have To Worry About Missing Each Other All The Time. But When I Think About That, I Get Sick. Physically Sick. Like I Seriously Throw Up. I Need To Be With Him, Even If I Can’t, Like, Be With Him.

Plagiarism Has Been Around Far Longer Than The Internet. In Fact, I Had A Poem Published In 'seventeen' Magazine When I Was 15 Years Old. About A Year Later I Was Informed That There Was A Girl Who Used That Same Poem To Win A Statewide Poetry Competition In Alabama. It Took Months For People To Put Together That This Had Happened.