Sunday, February 15, 2015

Bruises on my heart

  • Halloween and mommy dressed up like a witch
  • Sixth grade bullies
  • Being too nice to people
  • Hitting puberty way too early
  • Getting a 15 on the ACT
  • boys
  • broken promises
  • Mom forgetting me at Disneyland
  • Dad yelling
  • Doctor offices
  • Being told I was too fat for the part
  • not smart enough
  • can't reach perfection
  • too shy for my own good
  • the average of the bunch



the half of a second


It's the way you look at me now that scares me the most

Because maybe for the half of second you know that maybe

A glimmer of a chance that it's for real

That it isn't some high school sweet heart

But the real kind of love

The painful kind

The kind you don't dare imagine living without

The mind reading kind

The play basketball until we can't breath

The raw kind

Because you know every inch of every thought

The hugs that feel like home

The dates that feel effortless

Because you are home