you can pretend like it doesn't
because you've never
really done "love,"
but it all adds up.

“If you want to learn about me,
I will share most of everything.

If you don’t share that you care to learn,
I will believe that you care to learn nothing.

And I won’t share anything let alone everything
to someone who doesn’t care to learn.”

i might fall

for your blue eyes
because i've always had a thing
for guys with blue eyes.

for your strange hair
that goes from ***** to
"gingy" from your scalp
to your stubble,
which i also like
when it's lightly
caressed across my
lower neck.

for your basic style
that says "like me or don't, whatever,"
well I like you even though
i'm usually drawn to your standard ****
or the boy whose parents
took him to hilton head at least
once every summer.

for the way you snore because
i can't stand snoring. my dad's
snoring was like a freight train
slamming into my ear tunnel
every night as a child because
it echoed through the house,
but for some reason, some snores
just don't bother me; they're
comforting, and for some reason,
yours is one of those snores.


for the way you say that you
laugh for no reason, and i always
say "what?" and instead of answering me,
which always annoys me,
you just keep on laughing, and
smiling.

and don't get me even started on that smile,
or even more so, those lips, luscious, thick,
and very good at making it's way
around my entire body, spending time on every
inch, finger, and bone in my hips.

you're quite amazing even though
you're still quite a mystery.
yet, i might not know everything,
quite frankly i don't,
but i know that i might fall.





quite frankly, that's a bit of an understatement.
i'm falling already,
and i'll probably fall in love.

I think you can find the right guy,
the one who holds your hand in public,
tells you he’s gotten something for you,
and even though it’s hot chocolate,
it says more about him than a five-star dinner from another.

You can find the right guy,
if you let go of all of the wrong ones,
the doctor-like type who buys your love
more than he gives it,
or the guy who leaves you hanging,
wondering when somebody will untie you from the monkey bars.

The right guy won’t be perfect;
I can promise you that.
But the right guy, he will be right,
at least for some time.

If that seems to be exactly what you want,
then go find that right guy.
Don’t stop until he’s holding your hand
and bringing you hot chocolate;
however,
if you want more than that,
don’t stop until you’ve gotten more,
more than a hand holding yours
or hot chocolate in the cold.

Find the one,
the one who’s driven you mad,
the one that you’re dumb enough,
dumb enough to leave the right one for.
Find him. Find him in the local restaurant,
the one who wears those beige shorts,
with the big cross across his neck
that guy smiling when he sees you join him,
to leave for a concert, or a drink at the bar.

The one who doesn’t say everything right,
nor tries to.
The one who makes more mistakes than you would like,
but you wouldn’t leave for a million other rights
because you know his one right is more like left,
but his left is also the rightest right you’ve ever met.

it’s moments like this
when i’m looking
at all of those *******
pictures.

football games,
dinner dates,
and just
cuddling in
my old bedroom,
do i realize
the truth.

neither i
nor you
came into
this
expecting
what
would
happen.

we knew
it was
possible.

we knew
all stories
had endings,
and we knew
we’d have
an ending,
some, one
day.

but i’m
looking at
these
******* pictures.

are you,
do you
ever do this?

your front,
right tooth
is chipped.

you always
missed
those
little
cheek hairs
that *******
drove me
insane
enough to chew
them up.

i didn’t see
that we
were chewing,
knawing
each other,
us,
apart.

i want
the very
best for
you
because
i *******
love you.

but, the thought
of you in pictures,
******* pictures,
with somebody else
at some football game,
dinner date,
or their childhood
bed where you were the
first or last,
person to cuddle them in,
isn’t something that
sits well with me.

it’s moments like
this when i realize
that despite the
crazy, ****** up,
what happened,
happened,
happens that
happened,
i’d love to take
another picture,
pictures with
you.

i’d be down
for another
football game or thousands.

i’d be down
for mexican,
chinese,
or whatever
dinner we’d be
digging for
that day.

i’d be down for
you to check out
my new place,
my space,
my bed.

i’d be down to cuddle
away what happened.

i’d be down to never
feel like i do in
moments like this
again.