Stupid little things that don't matter,
that get to me.

I don't know why I feel forgotten sometimes,
or out of place.

I don't want to need to be around you,
or feel like when I hang out with you and your friends I'm being too much.

I don't want to be that girl.

The one who gets upset when it take you over a half hour to reply,
we're busy people,
and neither of us are attached to our phones.

I don't know how I always convince myself you don't miss me,
you don't really want me around.

So I try to give you space,
but then do you take that as me pushing you away?

I never dought you when we are together,
but maybe that means,
I need to spend some time alone.

Maybe I have to get used to not always being around you,
not relying on you so much.

But I want you to rely on me,
and I want us to stay as close as we are.

There is nothing wrong with our relationship,
but my mind keeps telling me there is.

That I'm going to get hurt,
that I'm doing something wrong,
that I'm too clingy,
too distent,
too needy,
not open enough.

Sometimes I feel like I don't say I love you enough,
but then I feel like I do it too much.

My head is whirling with insecurities,
that I fear will drive you away.

"Look at you feeling upset because he not around,
or he said something wrong,
or didn't answer your text."

"Look at yourself."
I think,
"This is disgraceful, do you really think anyone would want to be with someone so clingy so needy so broken"

"You are already loaded down with baggage,
now you're going to be overly attached too."

These thoughts I wish could be silenced,
but keep running through my head,
I fear to be that girl,
but look at yourself,
look at yourself,
you already are.

It's a night in paradise,
while I contemplate sleep knowing it would be wise,
but like an alcoholic with nothing else on his mind,
every thought ends up being you I find,
a day would be suffice,
a night would be greater than nice,
I want to tell you I need you in the worst way,
and I do when you wake up everyday,
but the miles seem to get just that much longer with every moment,
and there maybe nothing I can do aboot it,
like the years that separate yet fit,
so I will sit in paradise and think of your little texan town,
and realize with a smile with shades of a frown,
that maybe a couch and a sleepy smile maybe tough,
to make me realize it will always be enough,
so smile.

February 14,
6:45 p.m.
I walk through the town plaza,
and love is in the air.
Red, heart shaped balloons.
Rose petals everywhere.
Couples sipping coffee,
sharing a sweet embrace.
But hidden between the couples
sits a girl alone.
Her eyes immersed in a poetry book.
Her lipstick imprinted on a cup.
She looked up and saw me.
I smiled and I waved.
She seemed to be shy;
the book hid her face.
I walked to her table,
and said "Hi! May I sit?".
She said yes with her head
for her lips remained sealed.
I asked for her name.
A shy voice replied "Sara.".
"I believe you're a thief.
You're a thief, my dear Sara.".
Her expression just changed.
Her green eyes now wide open.
"What are you talking about?
I didn't steal nothing.".
"Oh, you did, sweetest Sara,
but maybe you just don't know.
You stole my heart, dear Sara.
To you it now does belong.".
She blushed, and sipped her coffee.
She showed me a little smile.
Looked up at me with her green eyes
as I reached out for her hand.
And so this ends the story
about two people finding love,
about two halves finding each other
to never again walk alone.