Incoherent Thoughts Organized Into Neat Paragraphs

bad poems and paintings and you.

You make me want to write bad poems.

I don't write sappy poetry full of similes about someones smile... Until now.

You make me want to paint bad paintings.

To fill something with color even if it isn't perfect and pretty. I spill paint on the floor and make my whole room my canvas.

You make me want to lay on the ground and look at those clouds Youre always talking about.

You make me slow down and watch the world being painted.

You call me to remind me how beautiful the moon looks tonight.

You make me want to live life messy.
With you, I embrace the imperfect.

I let my kisses be sloppy,
I let my poems be silly,
I let my laugh be loud,
I let my walk be too slow,
I let my tears stain my cheeks.

I leave paint on my fingers and coffee mugs.

I write down lines of poetry on spare peices of paper as they come to mind.

My cheeks have been painted with life and laughter ever since you came dancing into my life.

Nothing I give you will ever be good enough but you make everything seem good.

I'm a woman of many mistakes and mishandled plans, but all my greatest moments were imperfect and unplanned. Including falling in love with you.