My ears are always listening

My mouth is always explaining

My arms are always open


Yet you always run away

Sometimes
I wish I was a leaf
so I could always feel
the rain
the sun
and
when I felt like it
I could break free
and play in the wind

Sometimes
I wish I was a flower
so I could always see the stars
and get kisses from butterflies

Sometimes
I wish I was a bird
so I could sing all day
so I could soar high in the sky
so I could finally touch a bit of cloud fluff
and then
when I felt like it
I could fly somewhere new

Sometimes
I wish
I was anything
but me

Young girls shouldn't worry about weight
But I do
Young girls shouldn't worry about figure
But I do
Young girls shouldn't worry about what others think
But I do
Young girls shouldn't worry at all
But I do.

Your soul is the sturdy path
On which I walk
Your body beside
Heart inside
Passion so deep
A magical universe
All our own
Obstacles rise and fall
Not as harsh wind and rain
But a newly formed freckle
On your perfect canvas
Gracing not marking
A moment a trial
Forever reborn

I keep a jar in my corner of my head,
to the left
in which I keep all my fears
along with a couple unheard phone messages and some unused anger. Sometimes I'll go over just to look at them
sift
shuffle
turn over and over again
put them into boxes
take them back out of boxes
put them in other boxes
Most of them are silly really.
I fear either too much or too little,
But the jar completes the little room inside my head
so I keep it there.
I'll pull them out one by one.
I am afraid that when the sun comes again I will pale in comparison
I am afraid that I am not as much as you say I am
I am afraid after the winter you will no longer need me to keep you warm.

Your hair
Your body
Your smile
Your eyes

The way you wink
The way you laugh
The way you slide on your knees, looking more like a 10 year old
The way you push me around, purposely hindering what I'm doing

Your crazy jokes
Your funny faces
Your corny gestures
Your wonderful commitment

You.

In the summer
I stretch out on the shore
And think of you
Had I told the sea
What I felt for you,
It would have left its shores,
Its shells,
Its fish,
And followed me

I* guess cupid missed and hit me instead of *you