I'm not a complicated person,well maybe a bit,I'm selectively social. I just want to run away with you, rob a bank, fall in Love and eat ice cream in Paris. I am not a graceful person. I Love being alone, and still learning how much i like it. I am not a Sunday morning or a Friday sunset. I am a Tuesday 2am, I am gunshots muffled by a few city blocks, I am a broken window during February. My bones crack on a nightly basis. I fall from elegance with a dull thud, and I apologize for my awkward sadness. I sometimes believe that I don't belong around people, that I belong to all leap days that didn't happen. The way light and darkness mix under my skin has become a storm. You don't see lightning, but you hear the echoes. I have become far, far, far too talented at silent weeping. Sometimes I worry my heart is bursting at the seams with Love I am willing to give, the Love I had bundled inside of me during that harsh winter. Ready to present to you, but instead I smothered it back down unexpectedly, so now it is oozing from my cracks because there is no place to direct it. I am tired of always falling back to nostalgia, the parts just out of reach, the fond memories of what was lost along the way. Where are there affectionate sentiments and the dizzy fallings, the location for the unyielding kindness growing. I just want to say hello. You are a beautiful soul. You deserve to be treated as such.I'm scared as hell to want you. But, here I am wanting you anyway. I had nothing to offer you except my own confusion.
Adventurous introvert / Coffee and nicotine addict / Crazy cat person / A she