Cascades

Why is it that I feel the most alone when I'm surrounded by people who love me the most?
Maybe not so much alone just as let down. By people i thought i could count on to be who they said they would be... but words are always easier than actions.

I drove home tonight, then turned around and kept driving. I drove along the country roads and attempted to lose myself among the stars.
It was a full moon tonight. It shone on my face as I followed the curves of the road, trying to pick out individual thoughts. Eventually, I stopped. I stepped out of my car in the middle of nowhere- surrounded by empty land on both sides- and lied down in the middle of the road.
I stared up into the night sky. I listened to the soft trilling of the Killdeers and the gentle murmurs of the frogs. I watched as one, then two cars drove to unknown destinations.
I was totally and completely alone. I let my thoughts cascade over one another, crashing and flowing of their own accord.
I looked up at the bright, shining moon, and I actually saw it. I listened to the sounds of nature that are all around, and I actually heard them. I actually felt the stars and the cold wind on my skin. I tasted the confusion and hesitation on my tongue.

I have my flaws, my minute imperfections. I try to be the best person that I can, but I can't help feeling confused/lost/afraid at times.
Confused as to who I should really have in my life. Lost for words when I try to talk about things that have happened. And afraid that I'm going to lose someone or that I'm not going in the right direction for my future.

The only way to truly express how I feel is with the complementary melodies of a piano song.
I want to stay home, where I belong... Yet I feel a tug on my heartstrings to return to the new home that I have created.
Can't I just sleep for a while and wait until all this passes?
I'm too young to be thinking this much. When will it be acceptable for me to not be looked upon as a child anymore?
When can I make my own decisions without someone remarking about my age?
When is it appropriate for me to assert what I want to do for the rest of my life?
When is it acceptable for me to say that I'm in love and not have people scoff at it?
I wouldn't know; I've never been in love.
I thought I was, once... But that's a different story entirely.

I'm in love with what I do; with the world around me. It changes constantly yet it's unpredictability is what fascinates me the most at times.
Maybe it's along the path that I know I'll follow that I'll find the answers to these questions... Or maybe it will lead me to more questions.
Still, it'll be one interesting journey to have.

For me, It's you.

You've only been gone for three days. Three long days.
Two nights I've spent without curling up next to you. Without waking up, hearing you say good morning, and watching you laugh and try to tame my mess of hair.
You say your family loves me. They say I'm a keeper... Well, I already knew I am but I'm so happy that they can see that. Can you see that? Do you see that? Are you going to keep me around in your life past what you know how to do with your heart?

Neither of us are being taught anything about love. We learn no philosophy, no poetry, no songs written by past lovers. I immerse myself in the light of life around me, you surround yourself with forces and calculations. Both strongly attached to science (and other nerdy things), yet both finding each other.
We're in an unknown field. I never saw you coming. You said you thought I was out of your league... Until you learned that a personality existed beneath the colorful exterior that, I admit, can be rather intimidating.

I'm so used to being on my own, to depending on myself. I keep my persona quite strong regardless of who I am surrounded by- something I learned the hard way over the years. Except now... I have you to lean on. You tug my hand when I start falling behind, you hold me when I need comfort, you talk to me when I need to be quieted, and you sit in silence when I need to speak. You're such a big part of my world; my heart is so happy because it is tied to yours.
I don't know how to fall in love. I don't know if you know how to either... I guess we can learn together and teach each other along the way.

I miss you. All the time. I'm terrible at leaving your side, but I do so only because I know I'll return soon.
It's been three days. Three incredibly long and somewhat empty days. I'm not sure what to do with how I feel.

I can't wait to be in your arms again. For the first time, I feel like I belong next to someone. Next to you. I belong nestled against your chest, listening to the gentle rhythm of your heart as it matches mine.
I can't wait to stop missing you.

The way I fall for you.

Thoughts of you criss cross in my mind like ice skaters on a pond. I stare at them in wonder, asking myself how this has come to be.

Three months have gone by since you first revealed to me that you had feelings for me. Does it feel like a long time? I'm not sure what it feels like. It feels like I've spent the last quarter of a year with you by my side... Admittedly, it took me a while to get used to it and accept that it was real. that YOU were real. that how you felt about me was real. IS real.

You tell me that I'm beautiful. That you don't know how you got a girl like me.
What or who is a "girl like me" exactly? I mean, I know who I am to me, but who am I to you?
That's a question that shouldn't be answered right now.

You make my head rush and my heart pound. I can't focus when you're in the room with me.
I'm not scared anymore. Do you know that?
I'm falling for you, you know. A little more every day.
It's all in the little things. The way you look at me just before you lean over to kiss me, the way you touch my side when I lie next to you, the way you laugh when I put my foot in my mouth (again). The way you look against my pillows when I wake up next to you. The way you call me when you miss me. The way you tell me to look foxy, knowing that I love being girly. The way you throw me in the pool even though I'm screaming for you to put me down. The way you hold my hand when we walk around.
The way you hold me... I feel so safe. I'm comfortable.
I want to spend a day with you just doing nothing. Spend the day in bed, or watching movies, or just staring at clouds.

I never thought that you'd be mine or I'd be yours. I never thought I'd be okay with belonging to someone... But I'm yours. I can't see anyone else because my mind's eye is stuck on you.
It's a bit annoying,really. There are times when I'd rather focus on what I'm doing rather than having my mind wander off to think about you.

You accept me as I am. Every crazy story, every dorky attribute, every small scar on my body, everything. It sounds corny, but I'm going ahed with it anyway- you helped me trust again.
So now I ask you, please, please don't take this away from me.
I'm falling too hard for you to go back now.

Budding affections

You walk to me so easily
my stomach and tongue are a mess of knots.
I had something witty to say
but now that I've seen you, I forgot.

Wish you were here.

To say it simply,

I miss you.

the words don't come out right

but the thoughts do.

I long for the warmth

of your body next to mine.

of your voice, soft in my ear.

of your presence, so comforting.

I can't help but want you near.

My usual lines of elegance

fall apart

when coupled this dull aching

somewhere near my heart.

New beginnings

You make me so happy.
I always want to be curled up next to you.
I've run out of reason to be upset- you're there to calm me down every time I run to your arms.
You don't realize what you mean to me, do you?
I don't think you do. Not quite yet.

When you hold me, what are you thinking?
Am I just another girl to you? Because I'm not. I'm much, much different from the other girls you've known.
I have an attitude, that much you know already.
Underneath that, though... I have a soft side that I show to very few.
At the end of the day, I come visit you. Not anyone else. You. The last thing I do is see you. That means something.

I overanalyze everything... and I don't like it.
Everything you say- I have it stored away in the back of my mind.
Whenever you talk, I listen. I never knew I wanted to know so much about anyone until I lied in your arms and your soft murmurs lulled me to sleep.

I still don't really know how this all happened.
It feels like I woke up a month later- "oh, that was such a lovely dream. Too bad it's not real." And continue on with life.
Except you want to see me. You want to hold me. You want to kiss me.
Even when I can't kiss you, I crave your presence. Do you know this?
I've said it a few times, but I'll say it again now- I miss you.
Do you know that when you said that to me the first time, I felt my heart literally jump?
The reason I don't say anything when you tell me these things is that I can't think of anything intelligent to say- which is quite a shame for a girl who considers herself to be a writer.

You take the words out of my mouth, the breath out of my chest, and the thoughts out of my head.

I'm scared.
I'm excited.
I'm hopeful.
Do you feel the same?

unreal.

Sickeningly slowly,
the edges of a cut
will begin to heal.

A soft pink scar
is all that's left
of what felt so real.

Days of rest,
hours of waiting
finally reveal

The mark of time
from getting over
what you made me feel.