I have messy handwriting, everyone says so
But I will still write you poetry despite the appearance
I will pass them to you at any chance I get
On index cards and sticky notes or even in a gum wrapper
In halls during the afternoon or parking lots at midnight
Anytime our paths may cross I will surely have one for you

Whether or not you can read them
Probably won't matter to you
Because I understand you know within every messy line
Are all the feelings I race out to deliver
All at once they mold together
But I hope it still makes you smile

Looking at those little awkward characters
I hope they remind you of me
The clumsy writing that looks like my stuttering self
As you are the one who makes me crumble into pixie dust
I become so sweet and childish when you so much as look at me
My dear muse, my writings wouldn't be the same without you