I'm the GirlWho doesn't knowI'm the Girl4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
true love from not,
and always ends up
getting hurt again.
Who doesn't speak up
and others might think
it's because she doesn't need to,
but really, it's because
she wants someone else to
stand up for her.
Who constantly flounders
in conversations because
she has no clue
what to say.
Who always gets lost
in relationships and
she can't tell if we're drifting
farther apart or not.
Who plays the piano
just to get rid of
all her frustration.
Who plays high on her clarinet
to show how angry
she is, without words.
Who doesn't know
which people to trust,
and which to not.
Who tries to keep
attention away from herself
because it makes her
feel so uncomfortable.
Who falls too often
because there's no one
standing there waiting
to catch me then.
Who wears hoodies and sweats
only because they make it
easy to hide.
Who can't survive without
a shoulder to cry on
about all my problems.
Who sometimes doesn't
want to go on
just one more day.
Falling In Love...Boy:Falling In Love...4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I Think I'm Falling For You....
Then Let Yourself Fall,
Because I'm Already At The Bottom,
Just Waiting For You...
I DON'T BECAUSE...I don't start conversationsI DON'T BECAUSE...4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
because I feel like I'm being annoying.
I feel like I'm being clingy and desperate
and that no one will care,
but rather look for an escape route.
I don't walk up to people
because I feel like I'm being intrusive.
I wasn't invited, so what right do I have to approach them
and try to mingle?
I don't say much
because I don't feel right
burdening other people with my thoughts
or my problems.
They're mine; I should suffer them alone.
I don't ask for anything
because I feel like I'm being needy.
Others shouldn't have to provide for me,
even when I cannot provide for myself.
I should be able to take care of it
and fix things on my own.
I don't put myself in the spotlight
because who am I to strut around as a peacock?
Besides, I'll probably only end up making a fool of myself.
I don't compliment myself
because I feel like I'm being so vain.
So I won't believe your compliments either.
I don't come around you much
because I'm afraid you'll
How I Measure LoveYou asked me how much I love you.How I Measure Love4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
On a scale from one to ten.
I whispered, "Infinity."
Because if I took a brush,
dipped in our love,
and painted a line made of whispered wishes,
and passionate kisses,
and tried to measure how much I love you,
it would stretch to the outer reaches of the universe.
And everyone would see that line,
twisting and curving,
in shades of happy tears and butterfly wings,
and say that someone crazy must have spent all that time painting it.
Or someone in love.
It would cross oceans on the backs of fish,
and cover cities, countries, and continents,
eventually breaching the atmosphere,
to play connect the dots with the stars.
It would ricochet off comet tails,
and weave playfully between Saturn's rings.
It would paint the universe in colors,
and pale pastels,
that people could see, when they looked up into the night sky.
Like the northern lights,
our love could light up the Heavens.
It would paint the tips of wheat plants,
dyeing the field in