When you like someone everything changes, doesn't it?
It's as if the rules don't apply.
Your turn offs fade away and you don't quite understand why.
You start to notice the little things,
Like the way they their eyes squint when they smile.
Or how their hair is always a mess,
Or how beautiful their awkward laugh is.
You see the best in them when everyone else sees the worst.
You look at them with that lust, a desire,
A beating in your heart screaming kiss me.
But until that happens all you can think about is how they're going to taste on your lips,
How your sheets are going to smell once they've left,
And how your heart is gonna skip a beat every time he says your name.
Some would call it an infatuation,
I'd just call it a crush.

I hate it
When people say Brienne is beautiful
The point of Brienne is that she isn't beautiful

Brienne is a warrior
A woman who doesn't know love
A woman who loves though

Brienne is loyal
A woman who stays true to the end
A woman with endless honor

Brienne is strong
A woman who won't break
A woman who will stand tall

Brienne is ugly
A woman who doesn't need her looks to get what she needs
A woman who doesn't use what's between her legs to get what she wants

Brienne is badass
A woman who gives no *****

I ooze
      from kitchen
                  to desk
                       to couch
                             leaving
                                    a trail of words
                                                  behind me

You can breathe tonight.
Let no effort bring itself to your tired bones.
I will hold you, until the end,
and no demons will break through to
your porcelain soul.

Let sleep wrap you in its wings.
Dance with me in the stars.
Tonight you are alive,
and you will be tomorrow, too,
and that is glorious,
because this cramped universe
is pure emptiness without you.

Let it be noted, that,
I am one who seldom seeks the presence of another being.
Fortunately,
you are no other being
(I believe you are a part of me).

Tomorrow, you will live on,
and I might not,
and that's alright,
but,
let it be noted, that,
you can still breathe.

each word you delicately write
is taken from a page of my heart
I feel that you must know me
the pain I've felt from the start

it torments and pulls
yet you'll never know
you pen your lines so innocently
my emotions combined with your flow

your words of love bring tears
an unbearable ache inside
were you there with me
on those many nights that I cried

you wrapped me up in your stanzas
kissed my head with gentle thoughts
so I could lose myself in literature
with alternate breaths, we held a pause

my heartbeats matched your meter
only this form kept me alive
while I sleep, consumed in darkness
my story you continue to write

She has a problem with people
she struggles to speak out in public
she doesn't feel confident

but she doesn't realize how confident she is
she's confident when she dances
she's confident when she makes jokes
she's confident in her knowledge
she's confident in her writing

I want her strength
I want the strength of her words
the strength of her beauty
and the strength of her movement

I want to be like her
I want her hair
I want her skin
I want her clothes

I want her soul

I know she doesn't feel beautiful
but she's a porcelain doll
her skin is perfect and white
and her hair is one of a mermaid's

She hides under her white feathers
so others won't see her
but there are those that see her shine
the way the glint comes of her wings

When she does come out of her cave
she lights up the space around her
she soars through the air and the world stops
her beauty is beyond me and I feel I'm the only one who knows

She is a swan