About Love

In the end 

If I learn nothing but the way

Your lips curls up into a smile 

And the way your eyes light up

When I walk into the room

I know enough of the world 

To know it was a good place.  

Happiness has always been temporary,

A break from the misery

A smile cracked to increase the plot

Nothing more than an accident on a Saturday night 

I have felt true happiness 

True joy

With you

I hope when you look at me you see my eyes first 

Instead of the acne scars on my cheeks 

Or the fresh garden of pimples on my chin

I hope when you look at me you see my smile 

Instead of the bags under my eyes and my crooked teeth

I hope you hear my laugh and hear the joy 

Before you hear the snort that will inevitably follow 

I hope you see me as a light in your life 

And never as a burden on your heart 

I hope every silly look or smile reminds you of spring time 

And the blush of my cheeks remind you of cherry blossoms 

I hope you never forget that I see your eyes first 

And your smile is like sunshine on a cloudy day

Your arms are a shelter I could live in forever

Your laugh is an echoing symphony in my ears

I hope you see me

Like I see you

Every imperfection invisible to the eye, 

all I see is you.

Highschool

I keep waiting for you to forget me

I hang on for dear life 

I’m treated like an option

And you expect me to be your wife 

No one has treated me like you  

No one has ever been so cruel

Late at night on the weekends I am hurting, 

Longing for any sign that you know 

Don’t let this be the rest of my life

This can’t be all there is.

College

I’m tired

Because I didn’t sleep

Because I stayed up

Thinking about you

Because I miss you

I’m tired

Of a job that isn’t fulfilling 

Of working so damn hard for nothing 

Of chasing 

I’m tired 

All the time 

And yet I live 

Despite it all

I’m still waiting for your call 

If you ever feel like you’re 

Tired 

I’m waiting 

Forever

Quiet Sunday, music playing 

I romanticize these afternoons

Furry friends napping, playing, growing

Change feels different with you

Supermarket flowers in a crystal vase

Yellow walls and chipped paint 

Our love is slow and steady 

My only foundation without cracks

I yearn for what this is

Quiet Sunday, music playing

I romanticize my love with you.