I don't know why I'm taking this so harshly.
Why I like him quite so much.
What is it exactly about the way his eyes flick to and away from me that make me stare so intently?
Why do I stutter and fluster when he smiles and says a simple, "Hi."
And why,
why,
when he repliies with a single word,
do I take it so very harshly?

Sir,
you haven't been the first boy to cross my path,
and you most certainly won't be the last.

I don't think I'm too poor of a lover,
and I've never been intimate.
If anything,
I'm just shy.

Just listen:
I like new things.
Music fills my head, and causes my hands to dance.
Art feeds my eyes, and fuels my soul.
Love consumes my heart,
and I promise you, I will love you long,
and I will love you hard.
I'll do what you ask of me,
so long as you do what I ask of you.
I don't want to argue sir,
I only want to be happy with you.

Let me know what's on your mind,
& let me know when things go wrong.
Let us try to fix instead of fight.
Discuss in place of screaming.

There are only a few things about me that I am ashamed of;
My scars tell stories I don't wish to recall.
The people I call my family. I've never felt so disconnected from a group of people in my life.
I fall too hard.
I'm clumsy.
& no matter who you are, I'll think of loving you, if only for a moment.
I can't tell why,
but the thought will cross my mind, I promise you.