I don’t necessarily need you,
but it’s true that
I want you.
There’s something peculiar that happens inside of me when you walk into the room. You really do allow the clock to work faster for me, which is unfortunate. Because I’d like to keep you for as long as I can.
Don’t get me wrong – I do quite well, alone. I rejoice in simple pleasures – my morning coffee, my afternoon frenzied thoughts, and my late night reading. I am good at keeping to myself. You try so hard to get inside of me, inside of my head, and that just might be what frightens me the most. and What if you don’t like my insides? You’d put yourself through all that trouble just to discover that I am far from extraordinary. In fact, I am incredibly ordinary. Oh, what a disappointment that would be.
Or would it? Or would my mind be something for you to wander through adventurously? Perhaps you would enjoy it. Perhaps you would fall in love with my mind. But I don’t know who you are. I don’t know what you’d fall in love with.
This is me.
I am un-put together
I am incapable of expressing myself
I physically and mentally, always, feel like a piece by Jackson Pollock
I will be socially awkward, all the time
But I am easy to love, I think.
There ya go, I always ‘think’ – I never KNOW
I’m always hesitant. Always unsure.
Not that confident at all,
but sometimes really confident in my talents.
I am a good dancer, a good artist.
I love to read.
I sometimes wish my life was a story/fairy-tale and not so much my reality.
I get lost in too many songs, too easily.
I am quite a mess. But seriously, my room is a disaster.
But there is culture, and there is character, and there is comfort.
I can easily love.
I will always take care of you.
I could always love you.
I will always have faith in you.
I will always have faith in Him.
He has made me.
This is me.