how to write:
1. paper
2. pencil
3. write

**but how

i wanted to write a poem
about your curls
and how they made my heart
beat like a drum played by a five-year old
who had chocolate cake for lunch
how my fingers were fighting each other
and fighting the urge
to tangle with yours and
make their way to that
chocolate colored head of yours
and get tangled in it too
and i wanted to write a poem
of how much i wanted to be like Cinderella
and leave something behind
with the hopes that you’d call me back
something like a notebook or my
polka-dotted waterbottle
but i guess the only thing i left
was a tiny little part of my heart
on the backseat of your car

Your tears
slither down my windowpane
or land neatly with a plunk
on my rooftop
But you never shine
The bright sun shines
It gives our world light and warmth
but you stand there all the while
blowing in the gentle breeze
waiting for your day to come
waiting for your chance,
your chance to *shine

Standing here
on this big hill
glistening with morning dew
I feel tall
I feel powerful
no one can keep me down
and yet
I am just a fraction
a smaller part
of this world
and with the many other worlds
that lie beyond ours
I am small
no one can see me here
no one can here me
I am but a mere figure of the universe
That will never change
And I am okay with that

because I know that I can be more
I can be more that this crumb
barely living on the edge of our planet
I can be more than a fraction
more than a fraction of a fraction
No matter what
I am still a figure of the universe

I know
That no one is perfect
but why do we have to play by the rules
because you are perfect
For me..

I'm not looking for some superhero
I don't need Ghandi
I really wouldn't like an Einestein
from Harvard or Yale
All I'm looking for is someone
who will recognize my flaws
and embrace them
who will see my fears
and protect me from them
who will notice my passions
and help me to achieve my goals
Someone who will see me crushed
just to pick me up and make me fly
and who will decide to soar with me
Honestly, all that I'm looking for
Is *you

You said to get my head out of the clouds
You said I was standing on thin ice
So I fell
crashing through the ice
but now my head is underwater