I
wanna
love a reader-
Probably
because I'm a writer?
Or
maybe
because
the silence
that a person spends
with themselves
to sit down
and learn something new
is super **** to me.

There ain't nothing
like an old fashion piece
of literature-
something that can
paint
your imagination
a thousand
different colors
by the power of a few words.

What's more
beautiful
than a writer
loving
a
reader?

A
reader
loving
a
writer...
while leaving
the inspiration
for new thoughts.

my nose is the pointer
as i explore your skin;
like
fingertips
on a brand new piece of paper...

the trace of skin on skin
forces breath to speed
as my lips search for their final resting place.

being an optimist
means living with the door open-
waiting for someone to walk in your life
with a bouquet of a thousand balloons,
take you by the hand
and lead you on your next adventure.

being an optimist
means getting back up
after your teeth have been kicked in,
knowing that there had to be a plan
for your new toothless smile
and so-
you smile anyway.

being an optimist
means holding onto hope
when devastation strikes
grasping the ideas that this,
is only temporary-
while your life...
is permanent.

optimism is about
looking up
when the world
wants you to look down-
finding laughter
in the things that make you sad-
and kicking ***
at everything
that walks through your door.

she writes letters
in different colored ink-
it's the same line
after line-
and each time
i'm selfishly saturated
with sadness.

if only my feelings could change-
like the ink
on the pages
that separates us,
but who am I kidding?

...we've always been seperate.

So,
I'm a little unrealistic.
I put the word brave-
in everything.
If there isn't a reason for it,
I'll create one.

I'll hike to the top of a mountain
and imagine for a moment
that the world is okay...
and that somehow,
that climb
just changed it.

I'm the girl who will iron your pants before work,
Pack your lunch-
And write you a letter that's cute enough for grade school-
Complete with a nickname.

I'm the shower that never runs out of hot water...
Cause the second you feel it getting cold-
I'll give you another reason to feel warm
and teach you that beauty is more than what meets the eye...

Beauty-
Is what meets the skin-
The feelings,
The emotions,
The breath on breath...
The cuddle that gets close to your heart
and the laughter that you hear with your eyes.
The love that I am ready for...
But,
I'm a little unrealistic.

Awkward would be the word to describe me...
Around you.

And I don't mean physically,
around you...
Like two bodies intertwined.
I mean emotionally...
I am emotionally wrapped around you.
Like a reader to a page turning  novel
a singer to their next note,
All of these things float-
On my awkwardness of you.

It feels like snow in the summertime
A funeral on your birthday-
The moment when you're afraid to let go
But yet,
You have a reason to celebrate.

It feels so right
And yet so very wrong
Something that makes you question everything
And God only knows I question everything.

I've never been so awkward-
I feel like a boy who hasn't grown into his arms-
Like a swimming pool that sits without water,
Kind of like the circle yes-or-no thing.

I guess if awkward is what I'll have to be
Is it fair to say I'm growing?
These feelings are unfamiliar
I know who I am-
But maybe this,
Is who I'm supposed to be...

I'm
caught
between
my
dreams
and
my
reality-
A
scary
place...

My
fears
are
my
only
enemy

"Be
afraid"
It
says,
as
I
lie
awake
in
bed-

"Be
worried"
It
repeats,

Not
sure
if
I
believe
that
fear
is
something
we
should
keep-

No
matter
how
many
times
it
repeats.