January 1st

           I promised myself that I would never be the girl who spoke of life only in your name, and left the frilly doodles of hearts in the pavements she walked, and dreamt about being drown in the seas of your soul, and abandoned all the world to be at the wayside of a telephone, and picked apart every flower of every field, and chased faces with the slightest resemblance to you, and followed the shadow of you down every alley way, and walked thousands of miles only to fall down at your door, and breathed only in sentiments of you.

          But it seems as though my maudlin heart has waged a war with my mind's bitter vows... and I don't think I'll win.