I miss your love
Not how it made me feel...

I crinkle my paper in anticipation
I'll write about you today
I got a million thoughts
Its gonna be one goood poem.

Pen kisses paper
My mind on your smile
Black eyes
Silly naughty boy
My Brain stops dead

I miss you
Words cant possibly be accurate
I tuck my thoughts to sleep
I'll write about you tomorrow
Its gonna be a good one

The world hushed to listen
Another deep breath
Her lungs embraced

She knew it now
What she wanted
Shedding in process
Cocoon ruptured

Eyes straight ahead
Hands clenched
Feet steadying an unsteady fate
Blood cells were saluting
Tingling in her unseen veins

Blood drop
A drip of Royalty
Her Royal Heart had rose to the occasion
It was time...Bullseye.

Bullseye

The world is round and I can't speak
I've never been good at handling round things.

Let me school you about netball
My body never knew how to stop midmotion.
I knew to jump for my wild goals and dreams.
But never how to stop right in the nick of time
To not intimidate this man next to this quiet girl.

Tried Volleyball.Faithfully
A whole year
I never got it right,clench your fists to hit hard,open your palms for a low hit.
I was always too eager or too hesitant to take my shot
Smooth operation a grace I hope life will grant someday

You'd think basketball would be my fit
A weird girl but gutsy too
A day in and I quit
I couldn't be tricky
One look into my basket eyes and you're in my world

The world's still round
And I don't speak
Words move full circle and catch up with you
I'd rather keep them chasing...

Tough
Unfeeling
Rude
SmartMouth
I know how it looks like
Please dont lose patience
Keep peeling my layers
Im just a pineapple
All soft inside

They ask me ,"Where did you learn to write like that?"
I laugh as if they aren't stripping my skin off.
Then I say I don't know.
Somewhere between ,
"She cant sit with us" and "Shes such a nerd."
Or was it  at stolen stares,secret smiles  but,"I'm too cool to be seen with you"?
Maybe it was at ten minutes to,"Why do you always have an opinion,are you THE man?"
It must have been under the blue skies ,I say...
Under the blue skies praying for a path
after loving a man who was trying to glue his broken on my waist

Brain synapses connecting at speed of light
Hands type furiously ,pausing to touch her child
Unblinking Cyborg  in a woman's curves

She hasnt slept well in 8 days
Wearing her fatigue like the metal braces
She attatches on her metal child
Clunk,Clunk ,Yet another malfunction
**** Robot
3 seconds,Sorted.

SHE.Shes a well oiled engined
Gears tugging smoothly over each other.
She got it all together.
She is NOT a boy,NOT a tomboy
THIS woman just built a robot in 2 days

Finally,She blinks
Teadrop
Pity her heart cant fix that easy.