i've never fit the standard
i've always been quite odd
and while i know that makes me different
i'm not necessarily flawed
because it's always for the wrong things
that the world tends to applaud
though i swear it's not intentional
i've never been conventional

my behaviors have no pattern
my colors have no scheme
when i'm asleep i'm thinking
and when i'm awake i dream
while the rest are all so silent
something inside me screams
i'm more than three-dimensional
i've never been conventional

you may find me confusing
you may not like me very well
that's something i understand
i'm a hot pink among pastels
still i think, no i believe
that eccentricities propel
the reason i'm ascensional is
i've never been conventional

what is it that we've shared, exactly?
twenty some odd nights
and a sky full of stars
nine sunsets
midnight and toast
hundreds of splinters
and true poetry, to be sure
but what of our hearts?
and the almost kiss?
have i only imagined your lingering glances?
or have you told me with your eyes?
if there's one thing i'm bad at
it's guessing
and if there's one thing i'm good at
it's asking questions
hoping that someday
you'll give me the answers
with your mouth
for i'm a much better writer
than a reader of eyes
and even i can't put into words
what exactly we have shared