I Don't Talk That Much

I don't talk that much. I like to keep to myself. Not for the fear of what I say will come out wrong, but I'm scared of it coming out right. I've taught myself how to play off my stutter so I don't trip and fall, but I don't know how to stand up straight and walk in heels. Assuming something wrong will come out of my mouth leaves me staring at the ground. It's harder to slip that way. My english teacher once told me not to say everything I think. I think about you. But by the time I figure out how to say your name so it comes out the way I want it to, it'll be too late. I'm never prepared. By the year 2016 I'll be ready for the 2012 ending of the world. I don't believe in that. I don't believe in a lot of things. But I want to. I once loved a girl who had faith in everything she did. I always admired that. She would say "I'll believe in you if you believe in me" and I did. I believed so much in her that if I threw her like a penny into a wishing well I knew she would come true. So come true. Be the words that sound so right even I couldn't make them wrong. Cause I'm tired of writing you down. Don't let me down. Sometimes my words fail me but this is coming out right.

If You Pick Me A Flower

"If you pick me a flower, I’ll wear it in my hair.

I’ll stash little notes for you where you least expect them.

I don’t have many firsts left.. but I’d like someone who I could offer all of my lasts.

We’ll make history together.

I’ll wait for you even if you’re late – and I won’t complain about it.

I will feel safe and most at peace in your arms.

When you’re counting aloud, I will try and mess you up.

I find you magically delicious.

I will let you be right when it doesn’t really matter.

I’ll giggle when you show off and I know it’s just for me.

I’ll hold your coffee while you drive.

I can build a fire without burning the house down.

If you wash the car with me – I promise to wear a white t-shirt for you.

I‘ll hide around corners and try to scare you in the middle of the night.. of course, I’ll end up scaring myself and you’ll have to calm me down.

I can change a flat tire and my own oil.

It’s the simple things you do that make me swoon the most.

I love it when you sing to me.

I’ll make you mickey mouse pancakes.

Sleeping in has a whole new meaning now that we’re doing it together.

I’ll cover you up and kiss your forehead when you fall asleep watching tv.

I won’t swear around your family or make you wear silly sweaters at my family’s during Christmas.

I’ll grant you three wishes.

I’ll make you laugh.

I’ll stare in wonder with you at that hot chick with the great rack.

I will marvel at your strength.

I’ll take care of you when you’re sick.

I give a kick ass massage.

I think it’s hot when you come home all dirty from playing or working hard.

My heart will skip every time you walk through the door.

My kisses will take your breath away – seriously.

I’ll giggle if you leave your socks on in bed.

My quirks and oddities have been deemed ‘adorable’ and I will love you more everyday for all of yours.

I’ll hold you when you need it.

I will give you space when you need it.

I will let you be you.

You’ll sleep better when I’m next to you.

I’ll thank you every time you open a door for me.

I’ll never give you shit in front of your friends.

I won’t ever let you leave for work in the morning without your lunch and a passionate kiss.

We can watch your movie first.

I’ll clean the house perfectly every time your mom comes by.

I like horror movies only when you’re with me and only as long as you hold me close.

I don’t litter.

I love when you pull me down to sit on your lap.

I love it when you lay your head on my chest in bed.

I can be ready (shower and all) in half an hour.

I’ll look cute as hell in your shirt in the morning.

I can balance a checkbook.

I can never turn down a challenge.

I’ll fit perfectly in your arms.

I’ll understand if you get jealous – and do my best to show you that you have no reason.

Hand-written love notes will get you laid every time.

I can totally keep a secret.

I’m pretty damn funny and will do anything to make you laugh.

You will always look hot to me in the morning.

I think it’s cute when you eat off my plate.

When you’re sleeping, I’ll try to stay quiet.

I’ll call when I say I will.

To clarify: I’m not looking for a savior, a fix-up project, or anything of that sort.

I’m looking for a girl who quite simply adds something extraordinary and special to my life.

And I to her.

A fair exchange, an amazing mind, body and soul connection and a place to build something magnificent."

Sometimes Things Are Hard To Write

Happiness is...

Happiness is...

+Finals being over
+Getting into college
+Sweats
+New music
+Learning to LET GO...
+High socks
+Earl Grey tea
+Game shows
+Scattegories
+Sarcasm
+Moving on after 8 months
+Clean laundry
+The Tyra Show
+Funny postcards
+Blue eyes


The Bad Stuff...

+Getting sick
+Making mistakes
+Making mistakes that hurt you AND somebody you care about
+Losing someone
+Losing muscle
+No food in the house
+The economy today

Most Of The Time -- Bob Dylan

Most of the time
I'm clear focused all around,
Most of the time
I can keep both feet on the ground,
I can follow the path, I can read the signs,
Stay right with it, when the road unwinds,
I can handle whatever I stumble upon,
I don't even notice she's gone,
Most of the time.

Most of the time
It's well understood,
Most of the time
I wouldn't change it if I could,
I can't make it all match up, I can hold my own,
I can deal with the situation right down to the bone,
I can survive, I can endure
And I don't even think about her
Most of the time.

Most of the time
My head is on straight,
Most of the time
I'm strong enough not to hate.
I don't build up illusion 'till it makes me sick,
I ain't afraid of confusion no matter how thick
I can smile in the face of mankind.
Don't even remember what her lips felt like on mine
Most of the time.

Most of the time
She ain't even in my mind,
I wouldn't know her if I saw her
She's that far behind.
Most of the time
I can't even be sure
If she was ever with me
Or if I was with her.

Most of the time
I'm halfway content,
Most of the time
I know exactly where I went,
I don't cheat on myself, I don't run and hide,
Hide from the feelings, that are buried inside,
I don't compromised and I don't pretend,
I don't even care if I ever see her again
Most of the time.