I had SO much fun writing this. I haven't written poetry in a while. There's a reference to an Einstein quote, by the way. See if you can indentify it.

I now have a boyfriend, it's been almost two weeks, which is no time at all, I know. Still, it's… comfortable. I just feel like I will be able to trust him, which is HUGE for me, as I don't trust anybody. Ever. But he's different.

*end sappy teen girl gushing*

He's not going to want

broken goods

Silly boy

Doesn't know what he's getting himself into

Because he's fallen for her laugh

And that doesn't come frequently enough

when she's scared

(which is always)

-.-

Damaged

Heart shredded into pieces

her last relationship a train wreck

Of lovelovelove

and ice

(she was the ice, she's sorry to admit)

-.-

Boats are safe on the shore

Gentle tide bobbing them up and down

Upanddownupanddown

It's a melody unto itself

Breatheinandoutinandout

Same deal

but

but

But boats aren't meant for the harbor

Are they, darling?

They're meant for the sea

(breatheinandout)

-.-

Combined they're a splendid mix of

Oh-so-charming

And giggles like glass that rain down on the pair

While his fingers probe her sides

And her hair tangles in his hands

And her mouth parts to laugh small, golden laughs

That sound something like perfection

-.-

(what's beneath the surface?)

-.-

He sees her as the her she wishes she always could be

But that takes energy

(and she's so damn tired)

Her battery won't last long until

Until what, love?

The clock's ticktickticking away and you're not doing anything

Make a move!

-.-

And here comes the collapse

against the door of the bathroom she cries (sobs)

for hours

Fat/stupid/ugly

In-FUCKING-adequate

And she hates him for not stopping this

But how could he?

he doesn't know a thing

(I'm fine, I swear)

Because she's oh-so-good at keeping

Silent

-.-

/Hush/

-.-

He's a pretty boy

Big lips and blue eyes and a hand that's perfect for

The spaces in between her fingers

which often feel so lonely

so late at night

-.-

Oh!

-.-

He's not running away

or anchoring her to the dock

And oh!

Are they going out to sea

in a little red rowboat?

(can that hold their combined weight?

Won't they sinksinksink?)

-.-

The waves are so pretty,

Aren't they, darling?

And the wind feels nice on her hair

And he feels nice sitting next to her

And they're floating

no

flying

-.-

She doesn't love him

one cannot love with a heart that's s/h/a/t/t/e/r/e/d

but he makes her smile

And that makes her heal

And, maybe, one day she'll have a heart whole enough

to give away

-.-

(to him, of course)