The best part.

He says that he loves me
and I've even said those words back.
Even though neither of us knows
what love is.
But I think I'm getting the hang of it.

Love is understanding,
even when it's hard.
Smiling at the bad days,
and a hug at that lowest point.

Love is saying
what no one else will.
Love is not giving up on a dream,
instead it is ordering two tickets instead of one.

Love is being a half a world away,
and yet still feeling them
beside you.

The greatest thing about love though,
is that you never get tired of
falling in love with them.

So there's this boy,
and we're both young,
and have the entire world
   in front of us.

And we have love.
                         Always love.


Which is the best part.

this city

I don't even mind the clouds and drizzle
the people bundled up in their coats,
the push and pull of the river of cars.

I'm in love with the way the roads twist
and mingle with each other.
They dip, coil, and turn themselves around
over the river, under the river,
enjoying the grass under the sun's brief rays.

I don't mind the silence between strangers
the silent agreement among the crowd
to not say a word.

I'm in love with the way the city opens itself,
once you hit it with a hammer.
The corner pubs filled to the brim,
and filling to the brim,
and explodes out of its seam with creativity.


I don't mind the drizzle,
or the silence,
or the way everyone is allowed to be
exactly who they want to be.

Mister Radio Man

Hey there Mister Radio Man, can I tell you a secret?
Will you play this love song on your radio show?
He'll tell it's for him,
by just the words that I've wrote.
Mister Radio Man, I've never felt like this before.

And I'm dancing to songs

I've never listened to before.

And I'm singing like a fool,

running through the rain.

Mister Radio Man, can I tell you this story?

It'll only take a moment,

but I gotta feeling that this feeling is gonna stay.

Hey there Mister Radio Man, can I tell you a secret?

The way he smiles

I just gotta know,

Mister Radio Man, will you tell me if he calls?

I've gotta leave his arms,

but tell him I'll be back.

Hey there Mister Radio Man,

I just gotta tell the whole world,

that this boy makes me happy.

Mister Radio Man, will you let me do that

on your radio show?

Deming 313

the pictures are off the door
the desk is cleared of the abandoned paperclips, sticky notes, and bobby pins
the closet is empty
the boxes and bags strain at their seams.

I look at the room
that has been my home
for the past two years.

I have met my best friend,
cried myself to sleep,
sat at my desk for endless hours,
and laughed until I had to run to the bathroom.

I have made tough decisions,
easy choices,
and hid in my closet when I couldn't decide which was which.

I have stumbled into,
and out, of bed
and curled up on the floor when the bed
was just too far away.

I have talked
and listened
and I have done my best to understand.

I won't necessarily miss the 3 flights of stairs,
--and I know Dad won't miss moving me in and out--
walking down the hallway,
waving to the camera that has been the witness
to many a strange event.

I knew it was a good sign
that I got my lucky number my freshman year.

But this room is more than
what it appears to be,

and I will miss it like an old friend.