i used to dream of our fingers interlaced as we walked towards our home.
like young children playing mommy and daddy, or kings and queens on thrones.
i used to wonder if one day your lips would somehow meet mine.
if someday you'd kiss me, and my knees would go weak, and my eyes blind.
i used to hope that maybe one day you'd somehow like me back.
but then i remembered that would probably
give me a heart attack
because boys like you
would never even take a second glance
at a girl like me,
and sadly i guess that's just how it has to be.

-s.p.

someday i'll rid myself of this awful mask.
i'll pop out of this shell
and leave right out of this personal hell.
i'll make a name great and plan
my escape
i'll swear at strangers and run right off of this estate
i'll kiss the boy i like and let him take me home
and never again will i fear the unknown

i remember how much you loved green, and always hated blue. you liked your toast with a bit of butter, and strawberry jam too.
you always spelled things wrong, and never listened to me.
and you couldn't sing for ****
but to me you were perfect, and that was it.

-s.p.

there are approximately
7,241,792,162 people on earth
at this exact moment, and out of all 7,241,792,162 i met you, and you made life more than just worth living.
with you by my side i realized the sunshine after rain, and the animals and how they graze, without a care in the world. i realized the innocence of a child, and how ignorance is truly nothing but bliss. i realized that you don't always have to see the glass half empty, because if you let it--sometimes the glass will overflow.
so in the end i thank God that out of all 7,241,792,162 people i met you
because out of all 7,241,792,162, there's no one that could ever compare to you.

-s.p.

i believe in lovers kissing in airports, because they're not destined to see each other again for ages.
i believe in sadness, and the addiction it brings. i believe in unrequited love, because it's the only love i've ever experienced.
i believe that smiles can show signs of weakness, and tears can bring strength.
i believe in dreams, and know that they can't be squashed in seconds, because if you're meant to do it, you won't go without it.
i believe in the infinity that we call a lifetime. for it is the longest thing we've ever experienced. infinity is us. we are now. infinity is the beginning, and the end, from your outstretched palm, to the ends of the earth, to the ends of the universe, and back again.
we are infinite.

this is a secret,
can you keep it--
in your pocket, for a rainy day?
for your eyes only,
my dear, lovely,
i hope that's okay.

it takes courage to write this,
and give it to you.
although my identity is still unknown,
this will give you a bit of a clue.

i lack the courage,
and you could have anyone.
i am lanky and gangling,
but you are great.
i am helplessly awkward,
and you, never cease to amaze.
while i am merely a gust of wind,
you are the tornado.

and when you talk,
my heart skips a beat.
as if an everlasting melody,
has just begun to cease.
and i know, this is clichè,
but i swear, it's nothing but the truth,
okay?

i am not the best at anything,
i promise.
i've been told, i'm awkward and nerdy and weird,
but that only shapes the mold.

i hope you like (bad) poetry,
because i wrote this for no one but you.
you probably didn't like it,
but i hope it gave you a bit of a clue.

you left me.
you're gone.
out of this silly, old town.
away from all of the disappointed faces, and frowns.

you're on to bigger things.
things that you deserve, and
things i could only dream of.
(i hope you enjoy Taiwan, it sounds pretty cool).

i miss you.
you've vanished, like a thief in the night
a bird in flight
and i don't think it's quite right, the fact that

i may never see you again.
but it's "okay",
i guess.

(but, there are some things i never told you, because i've always been too scared.
you have really pretty eyes. and a really pretty smile. and really pretty dimples. and a really pretty laugh. and you're just a really pretty person overall).

you won't remember me.
or maybe you will.
"the girl who admired me from afar".
(or the girl who spent her nights writing poetry about nothing but dead people, love, herself, desire, and you).
the girl who was always too afraid to make the first move.

i hope you know
that i liked you.
and i'll always regret,
not saying "hello",
because i was too afraid of
what might follow.