i don't write
to please anyone
i don't write
for attention
i don't write
for compliments
i don't write
to make anyone fall in love with me

i write
because i feel
i write
because i need to
i write
because my mind is too loud
i write
because my mouth is too quiet

There's a certain comfort to be found in sadness
That happiness cannot offer

Happiness asks so much of us
And the pressure wears away at the mind

While sadness never demands, never expects
Always there when joy fades
When peace disappoints
When faith breaks

It wraps us in cool arms
That chill to the bone
Until sweet numbness slides in

I'm still not sure which sets me free

I hate this inbetween taste you left in my teeth.

"Don't put your happiness in other people's hands.
               They'll drop it.
  They'll drop it every time."

-C. Barzak

It's easy to like how his voice is unique in the most uncomfortable way,
his innocent smile, and the way he looks at the world but especially you.
His cute quirks are inviting.
It's difficult to like his stubbornness, his awkwardness around others,
inability to stay quiet when he knows.
I like them all.
His eyes somewhere between fear and curiosity but to me,
his eyes are mostly full of wonder & bewilderment.
It's difficult when he singles you out on a bad day, somehow reading your mind
versus ignoring your eyes for so long.
When am I going to be able to title this "Him & Her" without lying.