do not date a girl
who writes.
she will internalize
everything,
carve poems
into your eyelashes
instead of
kissing them,

she will analyze you,
calculate age
from the rings
your coffee cup
leaves
instead of refilling it.

she will memorize
the way your
lips curl around steam,
but not that you
take it
two sugars,
no cream.

she will read your
palm instead of
holding it
against her chest.

she will not
blink
when you leave,
because she is
already
romanticizing it.

She was strong
Strong as steel
She was so strong
But she could still feel

She was strong
And so was her call
But just as strong
Around her heart, were walls

The walls were strong
So, so strong.
To keep out boys who might do her wrong
But along came a boy
Who told her things that she never knew
And to her surprise, this boy stayed true.  

And after a while, she saw he was still there
And yes she was strong
But it takes strength to care.

So she opened her door
And let him inside
He rebuilt her walls
So she didn't have to hide

He rebuilt the walls
And put windows in
So that the warm, warm sunshine could come flooding in.

I get happy sometimes.
Right now I'm happy.
I like it.
It's refreshing.
The happiness fills me.
Right to the top.
I love it.

the way life works seriously continues to amaze and surprise me.

you, at some point, meet someone and become negligent to tell them the big stuff about you and your life at first and about the way you carry your messy self.

only to realize you've made a bigger mess.

then, as time goes on, you find yourself telling them things you've never even said aloud before.

you find yourself telling them about the things that trouble you and about the things that make you sad, about the things that make you angry.

you tell them about the things that go on inside your home and inside your head.

then eventually, you find yourself over sharing and being overly comfortable.

why you’ve never met someone who made pouring your words out so easy.

who ever made you feel so safe, comfortable, and at home.

the only problem is that once this realization hits, you try your best to push them away like you did in the beginning, but it no longer
works.

it no longer works because they know your ways and you spill without even trying; your conscious no longer puts that wall up for them.

and well, if you’re lucky, and i mean really lucky, they might just stick around after really getting to know you.