The danger of sleepovers is
I had gotten really good at sleeping alone,
I never missed arms around me
I was comfortable
sprawled out on my little bed (made for one)
with my freedom
I never let anyone stay
...
but now
I kind of wish you were here when I lay down
your arms wrapped around my waist
and now I don't wanna sleep alone
I want you with me...
Is that weird

It's been a long time
since a boy has said I was funny
Or my intellect was alluring
and I wonder when I stopped
believing those things about myself
and its like the happier I am
The more that I find was missing.
And I wake up a little stronger everyday.
And I wonder how long it can be
like this
who do i become

Aint that the way of it though
Each new thing
You think you love more
But i guess (lately...doing this again)
What i really want to know
Is it really better (or more)
Or just different.

you feel like the light
In the morning
when you just know snow has fallen
and the golden hour of dawn
Is a bit more golden
and the air smells like frozen blueberries
something like the pale blue of your eyes
and you can hear
the fireplace in the next room crackle
and there is hot chocolate on the stove.
something like the warmth in your smile.
Thats something of how you feel
like warm winter blankets
holding me snugly in the sheets.
and a gust of cold
that steals my breath
through the thrown open window.
is something like being with you.

My city's streets are in flames
Because injustice and opression
Are far more common in america
Than libery and justice for all.

I shouldnt be excited
By you kissing me goodbye
in public
But my heart makes jack hammer beats
And i shouldnt
Love the way your voice sounds
But it makes music
And the fact that you love
The way i nerd out
Shouldent make me feel special
But it does

The way you want to talk about things
That i dont qiute understand
I like that you want to know me
Beyond just my bed
I want to know you too
And why you smile so big
And why your laugh
Sounds so sweet
And how you keep up
With your life which is facinating