Oddly Quotable

For the First time in a Long Time.

November was the month my heart raced fast.

When I was sure that it was going to last.

Down the stairs and all the way home, my mind smothered you like a blanket.

The kind of uncomfortable that made me want to giggle and twirl, I could hardly take it.

Your freckled cheeks and dimpled smile, all I want to do is think about you.

I want to call my friends and bother them about your perfect hair and ever so kind eyes.

And if they don't want to talk, maybe I'll bring up the weather but it'll lead back to you, always, like my every thought.

Your perfect height and contagious laugh,

pair perfectly with your gentleman ambiance and charming words.

Enchanted. That's what I was.

Your words don't rhyme all the way, and maybe you could use a belt to pull up your pants,

but I think you're perfect.

The kind of imperfect I wish I could be.

And my father can't stop talking about how you're no good but I can't listen.

You are like clouds and flowers, I don't know how but that's how you make me feel.

And I sometimes think of what I would do if you found another,

but then I become realistic and too much in love with being in love with you.

It doesn't make any sense but I don't want it to.

I often think of all the time I wasted acknowledging structure and rules,

and then I'm liberated for the millionth time.