sometimes boys will whisper  
i love you's too quickly
and you, anon, will believe them
with your gentle heart, and
capacity to believe in miracles.

sometimes the first guy isn't
the only one,
sometimes you didn't like him
to begin with and that's okay.
i know you wish it was that easy.

people say to look for love
in all places, but love likes to hide
in the nooks of bookcases,
in cars parked under trees,
in his reflection in the rear mirror
as he glances to see you
walk past with your heels too high,
and smile too giddy.

but that wasn't love.
love is mutually shared.

sometimes you fall in love
and it will hurt worse than that time
you broke your wrist.
you will shake with tremors
of madness and you will
remember his name.

it's like hearing a song
you haven't listened to in years.
something jogs your memory
and you still remember the lyrics.
you will list his hobbies,
his favourite colour, with
perfect memory.

anon, you keep finding love,
and you keep losing it,

but be patient, please.
when you are ready
tell love to come another day.

she said winter was her favorite
because it let her cover her flaws
so that whenever you happened to look
all you saw were heavy coats, gloves and scarves
she said leggings were her favorite
because they weren't restricting like jeans
because they let her walk the world
with tender legs and sturdy light feet
she said she wasn't inspired
by the past's woes or the present's time
but she is looking towards the future
to erase her life's lies
to not just longingly sigh
but to be propelled to her dreams
to show the world, life wasn't ever as it seemed to be
for her and to her scars
she will give a toast to alone in the middle of the night.

She couldn't decide who she wanted to be,
so she was everyone.

She couldn't decide what she wanted to do,
so she did everything.

This
was better than being no one;

This
was better than doing nothing,

as many are, and many do...

She
was not them.

She
was different.