Maybe I write to much, but it's all I know.

Hating yourself is easy, learning to love yourself is hard.

As the leaves fall from trees so does my heart.

i finally understand why they call love a roller coaster ride
because of the way you make me feel
like I'm on top of the world
with butterflies in my stomach one minute
and the next minute I've hit rock bottom
and all i can do is scream

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.