Damm, I just want
Someone to love
Not as a joke,
And not just for fun.
I want the sparks
That fly in a book
When a moment
Just makes sense; fate they call it
I want the little moments
That pass in between
The moments that fill up
Like bubbly soda
I want a person
Just right for me
Their self to fit mine
Perfect as can be
But every time I get close
I get so far away
And I remember
You're a fricking teenager
You live in a small town
Um, the odds of actually meeting your soulmate?
So I quench the hope inside me
By the fire comes back stronger
It's ridiculous, these thoughts. Like seriously? What are you doing? About a year ago, I decided to turn this part of me off- nothing came from crushes or anything like that, just embarrassment and rumors and... just nothing good.
But the impractical part of me is a dreamer, always has been. And it's hard to shut the favorite part of yourself off, even if it is for the greater good.
So I keep my reasonable outer shell, but when no one's looking, I dream- and occasionally out comes a poem like this.
YOU ARE READING
Translation
PoetryThere are days where I get so confused or befuddled that my thoughts all come out in puddles, raining backwards and forewords, sideways and upways I pick up a pen and I pick up a notebook and when I'm done the whole world looks A little brighter...
