you're crushing my knuckles and splitting my skin. naming my problems turns them into a cry for help. i don't do that. i'm going away now... so you don't have to worry about me anymore, k? i recently realized that i like falling more than flying. it's a heightened emotional experience that i am addicted to. wonder what my problem is. actually, i know. i love. i don't like...i love. ummmm that's the only way i can put it. i'm hot, k? and you're fat now...like, ALL OF YOU are fat. cheer leading isn't and wasn't and will never be a work out. calling me a weird all those years didn't make you any skinnier. savvy? Abby; she's pretty much my strawberry yumm yumm. No worries Brookie Bear, your my blueberry poptart; My darling Ray your ARE the whole wide world to mee. me me career career love love and love speaking of love, did you know that unicorns existed? noah tried herding them onto the arc but, being unicorns, they fought and refused to board ship. then the rains came, thus wiping out all da unicorns. see what happens when you're stubborn??? i'm going to get crazy and insane and intense, but i'm not gonna apologize for it. k??? and just to clear up the rumors...yes i do mounds and mounds and mounds of cocaine every hour to benefit my ever-growing-nose. go get herpes real quick k??? don't mistake my sarcasm for insensitivity. i'm also the person that you use and use and use for lots of things, and then you screw it up, i cut you out, and then you're like...FUCK. you don't have permission to disappoint me. you don't have permission to affect how i feel, k??? I love shaking my foot when I sit. I love nodding my head when I don't pay attention. I love coloring on paper table clothes with crayons. I love telling black guys I'm into chocolate women. I love observing people and getting scolded for staring. I love thinking the best of you; which is why I'm so easy disapointed. I love mimicking your speech pattern. I love taking on your body language. I love making you smile without moving your mouth. I love pausing in the middle of a kiss and saying "Hi." I love knowing that there is always something bigger to catch. I love knowing that you aren't beautiful until I know you. I love keeping things sacred. I love being for just one person. I love watching your hands move when I should be listening to you speak. I love knowing I'm saying more when nothing's coming out of my mouth. I love asking hobos if they have spare change. I love how boxing rings are square. I love having a tight grip. I love feeling your expressions change when your face is buried in my neck. I love the scent of your voice, the taste of your beauty, the sworn secrecy your eyes give me when I'm spilling, the one millionth of a millimeter between our skin; just enough room. I love breathing in what you breathe out. My body is a temple. Don't try to get inside me and then use it to claim sanctuary. I want to grow to think you're the most beautiful creature; not lust over you at first sight. I will spend more time looking at your hands than I will looking at your face. My hip is in the corner. My leg is on the other side of the room. And my arm is just outside of reach. But my heart is still right here. And I'm still little. I expect a lot out of people. And I expect more out of myself...