i once dated a boy who found it "adorable" that i know how to change my headlights
fill my radiator
change the oil
and notice every stopsign as i'm halfway through it
he dumped me via text
before that
there was a boy who loved my lack of first person capitalization
my over-use of metaphores and similies
the way i personify the night
and practice preforming poetry in the shower
he took off into the sunset with my journal in his shoulder-sack
and somewhere in between
i stopped asking myself what it means
threw up my hands
and learned to enjoy the ride
"every day, it's a'gettin closer,
rolling faster than a roller coster.
love like yours..."