i think

I think I fall in love with people
a little too much

just the way they sound at 4am
or how they look when they smile

and its so addicting
when their eyes light up
because you've remembered something they may have said

I think I grow attached,
to people, who I know,
will leave

But I can't help it
because I see all that you are
when you don't really see it yourself.

and sometimes I wonder how someone's heart,
grows so cold,
and i think, that maybe its because
for a while, it was left out in the rain.

You know some days I struggle,
when there's nothing left to say,
because I still don't know how to convince you,
that out of everyone,
and all the ones that leave

I'm always the one still standing there,
with an umbrella,
just bug enough,
to cover your heart.

cs

Jack's Mannequin - Hammer and Strings (A Lullaby)

You Are-

You are not your bra-size, nor are you the width of your waist, nor are you the slenderness of your calves. You are not your hair color, your skin color, nor are you a shade of lipstick. Your shoe size is of no consequence. You are not defined by the amount of attention you get from males, females, or any combination thereof. You are not the number of sit-ups you can do, nor are you the number of calories in a day. You are not your mustache. You are not the hair on your legs. You are not a little red dress. You are NO amalgam of these things. 

You are the content of your character. You are the ambitions that drive you. You are the goals that you set. You are the things that you laugh at and the words that you say. YOu are the thoughts you think and the things you wonder. You are beautiful and desirable not for the clique you attend, but for the spark of life within you that compels you to make your life a full and meaningful one. You are beautiful not for the shape of the vessel, but for the volume of the soul it carries. 

Happy Birthday Jack Kerouac

about kissing

The first time we kissed, I initiated it. You were nervous (I think) and I.. I wanted it. So badly. To hold your hand, To feel your heart beat, To touch your lips with mine. I hadn't kissed in over six months. You, that is. I lost count; a blur of lips, and tastes, and people who never mattered even then in a fruitless attempt to find a pair that rivaled yours. About four days ago, you Reappeared. The second time we kissed, you initiated it. And, It. Was. Wonderful. In the morning, you asked if it was alright, could you kiss me again What I said, was yes. But what I meant, was that in that moment, in that second kiss, I realized that yours are the only lips I could want for the rest of forever.