My parents.
They call me
"Headstrong."
"Obsessive."
"Crazy."

But what about passionate?

I know I'm young,
But there's a spark,
A flame,
A fire.
One that is far too strong to be extinguished by the words
"Headstrong."
"Obsessive."
Or even the dreaded "Crazy."

sometimes i lay awake in the dark
and my mind creeps to the places we've been.

various concert halls,
(both on stage and in the house)
restaurants,
bars,
basements,
attics,
dark.

and i wonder the significance of each.
until i see you.
you and that stupid little grin you make when i say something dumb because i'm nervous to talk to you.
or the way your cheeks light up red like a sunset,
replacing fair skin with blush.
that moment when your eyes found mine and we both glowed.
the luminosity filled the room until the darkness seemed bright.

and just thinking about it,
alone in my room,
i smile a little bit

and i can only hope that you do the same
when your mind creeps
and stumbles upon my face.
that stupid little grin i make when i know that i'm right.
or the way that i know every word to every song
and the way that my eyes light up when i see you walking towards me.
replacing dull eyes with light.

Are you hiding in the beech trees?
Are you blowing in the wind?
Are you my lazy summers,
Before the fall begins?

Are we just a setting sunrise?
Are we just a waning moon?
I can count the stars in your eyes.
And I can see them fade so soon.

And finally the clouds are clearing up
When I wake up maybe I'll be strong and I'll
Just look around and scream that I know I am so enough
Those days of rain are finally paying off

I must be taller than 5'2 allows,
Because I lay on the floor
While my head's in the clouds.

I must be made to live in the night,
I see beautiful worlds
With my eyes shut tight.

My heart's the crack in the sidewalk,
Disturbing smooth pavement,
And you're an invasive plant,
In the space that we share.

And I was the rubber,
Soles that ran on the pavement,
Just chasing some boy,
Who made it clear he won't care.

When I let my mind wander,
I stumble on pictures.
You rob me of memories,
Leave trails of despair.

And when I'm alone,
I desperately miss you.
Because though you weren't good,
At least you were there.