Madly In Love Our legs intertwined. Our hearts in sync. The warmth of you, Radiating onto me. Those eyes of yours. That smile so subtle. We are risking everything, but it's worth the trouble. Your blonde locks of hair so thick; Your body is that of the utter most perfect. Your lips may be but little, but they are magical when they meet mine. I crave you when you're gone; I crave you all of the time. Most would say I am mad, but that is not it. Others would say I am in love, but that isn't the correct description. I guess one could say, I am madly in love with my best friend.

One Day I bet he has the golden paths lit up. All you see is gold. I can only imagine what the weather is like. All you see is snow. I envision people hand in hand; dancing with one another. I see my poppy, my father, and my mother. Each one so strong and beautiful just like I remember. I cannot wait for the day to come, when I can finally go there too. I can reunite with my mother, father, and my poppy too.

Never Back Down Part Two I lay with her. My tears stream down like waterfalls from my sea green eyes. This isn't how things are supposed to go. Taking my father wasn't good enough? Why does this have to happen to me? I close my eyes. "Mom, wake up now. It's just a dream. Please, let this just be a dream." I whisper. My sister crawls on the other side of my mother. Both of us, so dead inside we may as well be it. I grab my sister's hand. I squeeze so tightly. She squeezes back. I grab my mother's hand. I squeeze, but I feel nothing in return except for the radiation of her cold skin. The coroner comes in. I refuse to let go. I am not letting go this time. The last time I let go I didn't see her for four years. I won't do it. Not this time. If I let go now, I won't see her until my own death. "Mom, wake up. Tell everyone it's a joke. Please mom. This isn't funny." I speak so loudly. The coroner slowly walks towards me. I close my eyes. "Mom, it's me, your princess; please don't let them take me."

Never Back Down Part One Breathless. Pale. #lifeless. We knew it was coming; we expected it. The doctors predicted 8 weeks; we barely had one. I see her. Skin pale, white. Eyes closed. Body still warm, but the warmth is fading so quickly. "Nicole, wake up, Nicole. Please, Nicole." I hear them screaming. I see them. They grip her hands so tightly. I stand outside the door way. Tears stream down their faces. "Don't go, please. Not yet." I whisper. My eyes blur, my cheeks burn, and I slowly walk in the room. I am embraced. She's gone. Just like my father. My mother is gone too.

I Am Like You. Like you, I am a work in progress. But with all of our similarities, we are different. So different. We come from different places. I don't mean different cities. Or even different homes. I am referring to our different origins. You were carried for nine months in your mother's womb; I was in my mother's womb. We were not carried at the exact same time, but we both experienced our mother's heart beat so near to us we could almost touch it. How beautiful is that? Knowing something so wonderful was the song that put me to sleep for nine months and even after birth is just simply astonishing. As children we were so similar. We both, I am sure, dreamed of what we'd be as adults. I am sure what we wanted was something like a doctor, fire fighter, police officer, and in my case a teacher. I was like you. And now, I am still like you. I have many differences, but we are people. We have a heart, veins, and a brain. We are beautiful and fragile, we are people. And you know, I am like you.