Someone to Fall Back On

I'll never be
A knight in armor
With a sword in hand,
Or a Kamikaze fighter;
Don't count on me
To storm the barricades
And take a stand,
Or hold my ground;
You'll never see
Any scars or wounds-

I don't walk on coals,
I won't walk on water:
I am no prince,
I am no saint,
I am not anyone's wildest dream,
But I can stand behind
And be someone to fall back on.

Some comedy -
You're bruised and beaten down
And I'm the one
Who's looking for a favor.
Still, honestly,
You don't believe me
But the things I have
Are the things you need.
You look at me
Like I don't make sense,
Like a waste of time,
Like it serves no purpose -
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I am no prince,
I am no saint,
And if that's what you believe you need,
You're wrong - you don't need much,
You need someone to fall back on...

And I'll be that:
I'll take your side.
If I'm the only one,
I'm used to that.
I've been alone,
I'd rather be
The half of us,
The least of you,
The best of me.

And I will be
I'll Your prince,
I'll be your saint,
I will go crashing through fences
In your name. I will, I swear -
I'll be someone to fall back on!
I'll be the one who waits,
And for as long as you'll let me,
I will be the one you need.
I'll be someone to fall back on:
Your prince,
Your saint,
The one you believe you need
I'll be - I'll be
Someone to fall back on.


This absolutely moved me to tears. Everyone does need someone to fall back on. It's what we wander around looking for. That prince, that saint.

A Rain-Drenched Bed and Coffee

After an alarming rain storm, I sit in bed struggling to find something to do.

I...
Made coffee.
Attempted to watch Netlifx.
Painted my nails. (3 times)
Listened to Legally Blonde from beginning to end.
Downloaded apps.
Updated my phone.
and made mashed potatoes. 

So now I have bare nails, and a computer that seems to only bore me more. As if I could expect anything more of Muncie, Indiana.

Although a few interesting things did happen today.

My promise ring was mistaken for an engagement ring by someone in History 150. And I didn't correct them. I totally went along with it. I think that five years ago, if that had happened, I would have screamed. And not just because in hindsight I would never have wanted to marry Andrew McLaren, but because I was morally against the idea of marriage. Now it seems like I'm a step away from picking out my fine china with a scanning gun. Good or bad? I surely don't know.

I also have been observing a budding romance in my life. But that's for me to observe, not to critique. So for now it'll be my little secret. Although it did take an interesting turn today.

Oh to be young and in love. Oh wait- I am. But my relationship lost its petals a long time ago. I think by now we are a tree that stands tall all year long but blooms in the spring, and every day we add another ring to our relationship.

It is a Truth Universally Acknowledged...That Creative Writing Sucks

Jane Austen is considered one of the absolute greatest writer of love stories. Women, even to this day, fawn all of character like Mr. Darcy, and many more. Why, then, was Jane Austen notorious for being alone? How can one write so far out of their realm of reality and have it be so convincing? I'm not sure that I would be able to write about being alone, because I've never really been alone. But maybe because I have been in love so many times, I would be complete rubbish at writing love stories. Maybe we are not capable of writing something so close to our hearts. That would explain a lot as to why Victoria gave us this assignment in the first place. Because she says that if we are always writing about ourselves and only things that we know to be true, then we probably won't get past the 1/3 mark of a novel. I don't know if that's true because I've never attempted to write a novel. My literary writing skills consist of the 140 characters I'm given on twitter and the emails I write to my professors when I'm sick in bed. Not all of us are born to be writers, but I feel like I was. I only have one problem.

What the hell am I going to write about? My life? Jane Austen?

Or, am I going to be one of those great writers who are able to completely evacuate their own senses to write about things so beyond their wildest dreams? Jane Austen never married and really only had one suitor throughout her life, but someone managed to create some of the most notable romances of all time.

If only we all could have been so lucky to be able to conjure up Mr. Fitzwilliam Darcy