i like the sound of violins
and the creaky, hoarse vibrato of a cello.
i love comfortable silence on a late friday night amidst the the sky
shrouded in a thick canopy of stars, and i sometimes stare
when boys wear glasses (despite the fact that
my heart has not beat for one since fifth grade aha).
i love tying my hair in low ponytails even when people say
higher ones look better on me, and
i appreciate my close friends when they whisper me their problems
even when they don't listen to mine.
there are some days where i miss my first piano teacher
and regret not talking to her more.
three hours, two minutes, a second.
over the years, i have discovered that i love making people laugh even
when its tiring for me. and yet despite everything, every valentines day,
when i see my empty desk, i still think roses are pretty.
there are just so many things in which i blame myself for my own incompetence,
and i so wish that i could learn to love myself.
but i have a feeling, the tiniest shred of emotion,
that i know myself even just a little bit more
than i did last year
and i am glad.
