When it starts
To rain,
And rather than complain,
That's when I
Say your name.

When the sky's
Asunder,
And lightning
Joins the thunder,
That's when I
Write your name.

When the storm
Has ended,
And I've finally
Penned it,
That's how I
Sing your praise.

Sometimes I want to learn new languages
Until I realize
I barely have a grasp on English

Shall you never let your god hold you hostage
As your god shall hold you gently like your mother
May your god never frighten you
Your god shall comfort you in times of despair
Do not let your god speak for you
This god gave you a purposeful tongue
Never force this god upon yourself
All your god wants is to be understood
Love kindly of yourself
Find your god in simple accidents
Not in burned books

i was told i could be anything,
so i chose to be a feminist
because
when i suggested my father help with the laundry,
my mother told me i was crazy.
because
meghan tranior's "all about that bass"
is telling bigger girls to be comfortable in their own skin
because skinny girls already do, right?
because
i'd like to make as much as my male coworkers.
because
i was laughed at for wanting to be a doctor instead of a housewife.
because
people look at me strange when i say i don't want kids.
because
when i gave a speech about feminism in my english class,
i was called a man-hater.
because
"my shoulders distract the boy's education".
because
my mom shouldn't have to worry
about what goes in my drink at concerts.

i will be a feminist until
i can tell my boyfriend
"no babe, i'd rather watch the movie"
and i am not told
"you're depriving him of his needs".
until
my body is my body.
until
i no longer have to carry pepper spray on a keychain.
until
women in foreign countries can vote and drive.
until
woman means human.
until
we understand **** culture
and feminism isn't just about women,
it's about humans.

he likes neck kisses and being called "sweetheart."
he drinks milk when he eats peanut butter,
offer to pour it for him.
he loves pugs and his dog, ******.
if you're not best friends with ****** by the first month,
you're doing something wrong.
when he tells you you're beautiful,
it is easier to just agree.
when he takes you home,
allow plenty of time to say goodnight (he takes forever).
he hates crunchy peanut butter.  
he'll give you his jackets and hug you until you stop crying.
if you watch lord of the rings with him, bring kleenex.
know and understand star wars references or you're *******.
he is an incredible writer.
he'll buy you lots of things for christmas,
do not try to compensate.

if he isn't the best boyfriend you've ever had,
you're not giving him enough credit.
love him, he deserves it.

and i kinda hope you never exist,
because i'm not done loving him yet
and i don't think i ever will be.

What is this I hear
A sweet melody
Chirping to my ear
It feels so easy
I can't move
It's beauty paralyzed me
Now I must listen
Forever

If your heart
truly had strings,
I would wear my
fingertips raw
in search of your melody.

The grip of my mindless love
Drains my heart of peace
Of restless care
And it hurts
Because I do love you

But I guess you don't care
Or are you too blind to see
That I only want you
For you

this time last year,
we went to rhema and you kissed me under the gazebo
and asked if i wanted to get back together

now i'm sitting in my room
wondering if you remember
the night i met your dad for the first time
and your sister told me i was adorable
wondering if you remember
holding my heart in your hands
and throwing it on the ground
telling me
*maybe this isn't working out