About





I like people who argue with me.
I like the way their eyes fill up.

The color code test says I'm a Yellow,
but I feel too wild, or sad, or simple, or
something.

I'm too something to be yellow.

Apologies come often,
alongside constant road trips
and Blair Waldorf dresses.

I hate schedules,
and I go to San Francisco when my mind muddles,
and I run from things
but I'll fight you if you get too close.

I don't need your thank you's.
I just want you to know that I mean well,
but words are my weapon of choice.

I have a soft spot for insecure tweens,
but I won't waste my time against hard hearts.

I love a boy who doesn't understand my Vampire Diaries references,
but I love him.

you might remember me as the wishy-washy girl from high school 
who couldn't hold a smile for 12 seconds
and kissed a boy for $20.

But I'm letting you in on my secrets
because we're all just misunderstood.

2 comments:

Malcolm Carter said...

ok I see you. I dont know when this was posted but I found it and I see you

Unknown said...

I love this about you.

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