I'm trying not to think about it- just go with the flow .
I'm curling my hair in hopes that your last memory of me is a beautiful one.
I'm applying mascara as I know will run down my face at the end of the night.
I know it's coming and so do you.
My mom told me never to beg for a relationship because it makes you look desperate and men don't like that.
I was right the tears are rolling down my face.
I leave your front porch and sit in my car crying watching every raindrop hit my car and roll down. Just like the teardrops on my red cheeks.
I want you so bad, but mom taught me better.

"I know how to stop taking care of myself until I'm overgrown with weeds just to watch you grow"

You're like a globe
Different discoveries on every landmark
Beauty on every piece of your heart
Those who barely know you only know one continent
Journeys through life represent each and every mile
I hope to be a small continent on your globe. A small hidden one-a secret- that nobody can find
deep in the abyss of your globe
Part of your whole but not overbearing just small and undiscovered
Takes time to see every inch of the globe
But oh god I can not wait for the adventure- Of discovering you