Why do I constantly want you to want me so that I want myself?

My name is Taylor and I have a tooth that tucks behind one of my front teeth.

I say this as my first sentence because when I look at myself in the mirror and smile, that is the first thing I notice.

But a compliment I've heard more times than once, "You have a beautiful smile."

I  wonder how many things in life are like that...

Qualities or characteristics that people agonize over are the very things that others appreciate and admire.

Clutching onto a relationship that shattered before my very eyes,
and I still became surprised,
that I bled from the splintering pieces.

This is not a love poem
this is an I love you do you love me like
I love you poem
do you know me like
you think you do poem
this is a would you be disappointed
if you did poem
an I have been feeling the chilling of the air
and I cant tell if it is just the fault of the season
or if you, too, are cooling
whatever heat you had for me
browning and falling and
crumbling between my fingers
like the leaves of these oak trees
in november poem
a what would I need to do to keep us warm poem
and this is also
an I may be completely mistaken poem
an it was seventy degrees today poem
this is a show me I am completely mistaken poem

She drenches herself in perfume,
in hopes of masking
the smoke that seeps from her lungs
and clings
to her clothes.

I want you
and a home to come home to
or maybe to come home to you
or maybe a home in you
or maybe I just want you.

The marks
that cover
the Place
that used to be
your Home . . .

Are by far,
the scars
that affect me the most.