Sleep Alludes Me

Because I can't seem to catch any Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzs, I've decided to explore my backlog of works to find some old pieces I've written to share.
I am actually quite surprised with the quality of some of these pieces, both in a positive and negative fashion (I won't be sharing any of the negatively surprising ones, obviously)
So, let's start us off with a couple of pieces from what I believe to be tenth grade!
The first of these two really shows the development of my personal belief on love that holds true to this day. This specifically touches on my belief that if you truly love someone, you want them to be happy, whatever that may mean, even if it hurts you in the end.
This directly contrasts to the start of the poem, where I explain how most guys tend to look at girls, in a fashion that I found and still find to be absurd and shallow, not seeing past a first glance to the people inside.
Overall, I see this piece to be fairly flawed, both grammatically and the perspective I had at the time, but I felt I should share this, as it marks the point where I developed one of the most important philosophies I have today (see the above explanation on my thoughts on love).


To: Guys, From: Love

You see us guys
walkin' up and down the halls
starin' at every girl that we come across.
You know it,
I know it,
so I don't know why we try to deny it.
We're like piranhas
stalking our prey
wonderin' who will catch our eye
at any second of the day.
Numbers will fly
as we rate one chick or another,
3, 4, 7.
Holy crap, did you see those boobs?
Well, you get the idea.

But us guys,
we don't really get
what makes love what it is.
We don't seem to understand
exactly what makes us tick.
So when we see that girl
that you know is the one
making out with that other guy
that you're sure isn't right for her,
you get that feeling down in the pit of you're stomach
and the next thing you know that two of you are on the ground,
one hell of a battle royale being fought
over that amazing girl.

But, you see,
love isn't looks or smarts
nor any of those other stuff
that shrinks will tell you.
Nor will you find the answer
in any crystal ball, no.
Love is truly when you give into your feelings for someone else
and you give you're all to make sure she will always be happy.
Even if that means
she's with someone else.
And it will rip you to shreds.
I know, I've been there.
But you know it will be worth it in the end.
So next time you see her walking up and down the hall,
talk to her, get to know her,
and before you know it, you might just have yourself a date.
Just make sure she is happy.