It's cool though
Cause I know
That once I'm in a better place
What you've done or what you do
Will be irrelevant in my headspace

I'll find my State of Grace.

You know he's in love with you,
When he says you're pretty without your makeup on.

You know he's in love with you,
When he will kiss you first thing in the morning.
(Morning breath and all.)

You know he's in love with you,
When he'll support you through the worst.

You know he's in love with you,
When he'll hold back your hair
because you drank too much.

You know he's in love with you,
When you're yelling and he simply smiles because he understands.

You know he's in love with you,
When he takes your hands in his and tells you, "all will be well again."
In that moment when you need to hear it the most.

You know he's in love with you,
When he calls you beautiful, instead of something without meaning.

You know he's in love with you,
When the whole worlds stops,
because he said those three little words.

"I love you."

That's when you know he's in love with you.

Another year
is nothing.

I am but a child
an adult would
easily dismiss
as a pernicious "know- it-all"
One of my teenage years, is nothing
absolutely nothing,
in the face of big concepts, corporations
and calibrations.

But in fact, I don't know it all,
I hardly know anything, and I am
quite aware of my ignorance, as much
as I try to fill myself with reckless experience and
newfound knowledge.

Even so, a year is a year,
and
I'd like to spend it wisely,
if time is finite
and I am not immortal.