you, my friend, are a mystery
and though we’ve had short history
i often wonder if this will change
or if my thoughts will rearrange
themselves to put you in a place
of familiarity, of space
midnight drips from your fingertips
and pools into deeper depths
in the corners of my intellect
it’s what i’ve come to expect
from you, this once stranger
that i couldn’t help but notice
as time goes on you change your song
and i start to sing along
quietly for i fear the word failure
coming from your lips
i can feel myself trying
as if i didn’t try before
or didn’t notice because i was sure
of myself...
and now i question all i say
for i fear my words might sway
everything in the most dire way
but i always long to talk to you
your voice can come to me none too soon

slipping into another type of girl person
this one’s bold and fearless
this one’s quiet and reserved
this one knows exactly how
to make normalcy seem absurd
but which one am I, when I am alone,
and the situation doesn’t call
for a specific rule or tone?
It’s easy to be what everyone else wants
just say jump and I’m there
Say you’re unhappy and I can bring a smile
Tell me you want smart conversation
I’ll be intellectual
If you want to argue
I’ll bring up matters controversial
I can jump from class to class
person to person
clique to clique
but I can’t truly answer questions about
myself.