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Jul 2016
I was thirteen
When I swore I'd never fall in love.

Boy, was I wrong.

And I'm sitting here in your sweatshirt,
And I'm thinking
"I might maybe be more than you need right now."
With all these scars,
And pessimistic point of views for only me.

And then I realize,
I'm the type of person that hates storms,
And you're the type of person that I'd dance in the rain for.

And I don't wanna be the one
To ruin someone
Beautiful like you.

But then maybe
I should just let it be okay.

And let things take their course.

And maybe it's crazy,
Because the feeling of when you take my hand in yours,
Or that look right after you kiss me.
Or the smile you have when I make you laugh,
All of it,
It's the reason I finally focus.

I'm out of focus,
Usually.
In another world,
Another place.

But when you're around
Suddenly I'm okay with this place too.

Maybe it's crazy,
But I'm crazy.
And maybe it's unbelievable
But the vibrant blue of your eyes
And the spiral of your colors
And the way you care so deeply,
And you don't even say a word,
But there's a fire in your eyes,
Your voice and tone
And mannerisms.

I don't think you understand,
This is more than I bargained for,
And it's okay,
Because maybe this is crazy--
Okay yeah, it might be crazy,
But the light of yours
In the dismal dark that is
The fog of my mind
Has become a
Clarity I never knew I could have.

And yeah maybe it's crazy to say,
But at thirteen I swore I'd never fall in love.

And maybe I'm crazy. (Kay, yeah, I am)
But I'm in love with you.

Thanks for being a reason
To hold onto hope,
And to break a vow.
And this is three? That's all you get tonight, I think, Bluebird. <3
storm siren
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