i'm a girl

emily and i went to see in her shoes tonight and let me just say, i'm a girl. i know it's a chick-flick (although cameron diaz and the director, curtis hanson, did countless interviews saying it was more than that), but it got to me. there, i said it. i admit it. just something that happens i suppose. anyway, i really loved these two poems that were in it, so enjoy.

first, i carry your heart with me by ee cummings

i carry your heart with me(i carry it in
my heart)i am never without it(anywhere
i go you go,my dear;and whatever is done
by only me is your doing,my darling)
                                i fear
no fate(for you are my fate,my sweet)i want
no world(for beautiful you are my world,my true)
and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you

here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life;which grows
higher than soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart

i carry your heart(i carry it in my heart)

someday i hope to find someone that means that much to me...

and now, One Art by Elizabeth Bishop

The art of losing isn't hard to master;
so many things seem filled with the intent
to be lost that their loss is no disaster.

Lose something every day. Accept the fluster
of lost door keys, the hour badly spent.
The art of losing isn't hard to master.

Then practice losing farther, losing faster:
places, and names, and where it was you meant
to travel. None of these will bring disaster.

I lost my mother's watch. And look! my last, or
next-to-last, of three loved houses went.
The art of losing isn't hard to master.

I lost two cities, lovely ones. And, vaster,
some realms I owned, two rivers, a continent.
I miss them, but it wasn't a disaster.

--Even losing you (the joking voice, a gesture
I love) I shan't have lied. It's evident
the art of losing's not too hard to master
though it may look like (Write it!) like disaster.

this one, well it just really... i'm not entirely sure i guess. just connects. i like the trying to sound like she doesn't care and isn't hurt or going to be, yet at the same time admitting it ("Write it!")...

these, and yes, the movie, gave me hope, but also made me realize, i'll find love when it comes. and that probably won't be for a while. which, i suppose, i can be ok with. but it just gets so lonely at times... i don't know, that's pretty much all i have to say without getting too melodramatic and depressed.