- 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
Sunday, February 15, 2015
Bruises on my heart
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
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