10/19/11

She wishes she could sing

Well actually

She wishes she could sing …

In public

And she can

But wont

when she’s alone

she paints the room

with the harp in her throat,

she makes the paint on the wall get her songs stuck in their head, you can hear the echo days later

she wishes she wasn’t so shy

approaches guys with well planned steps

shoes get tighter and more uncomfortable as she inches closer

preps every word, and at the last minute decides its probably for the best she doesn’t say anything

acts like she was walking past him,

acts like she sees someone in the distance

gets on her phone to avoid the awkwardness

she reads corny romance novels, throws them across the room mid sentence and yells “why don’t guys talk like this!!!’

then bursts into laughter at the fact she threw a fiction book across the room for not being realistic

at night she is most strong

thinks of the best jokes

“why am I only funny when no one is around” she thinks

“why am I only charming, when hypothetically responding to lines in movies”

she had no great tragedy

no drunken father

no scars of sorrow

just a timid smile like a rubix cube

and I was never any good at solving those

she feels bigger than the life she leads

feels like she shoulda lived in another era

miss cast in a play

bad timing, and awkward one armed hugs

she wishes everyone could see what she feels

she wishes being nice, made her sexy

but her pride was put on backwards

at times she argues with her self, trying to convince her to have less integrity

be like the girls that the boys like

but she’s stubborn

when she is quiet in the corner of a room

with eyes full of what ifs and why nots.

Judging people for being so judgmental

 

That’s when I can hear her yell the loudest

I can’t hear anything else over her silence

When you get to know her

I swear it’ll be the biggest surprise of your life

She’s brilliant

Original, one of a kind knock knock jokes

Movie recommendations via Netflix of your next favorite film

Songs on her ipod are all honest

Every lyric of every song is right

All the time

But you wont get to know her

Cause she wont say hi

Nor will she give you a reason to

But if she did, you would be best friends

Maybe even fall in love

Maybe shell introduce you to your future wife

Cause she’ll know you that well

Her Cashmere finger tips feel like they belong on your face this quiet girl cant be human

At least she doesn’t feel human

She feels static-y

She feels purple!

She’s gorgeous but not magazine gorgeous

She’s ‘would make a great mom’ gorgeous

She’s ‘pick you up when your stranded’ gorgeous

She’s wake up and already beautiful…gorgeous

But she won’t know that till you tell her…

And I would go up to her

Become her friend

And maybe one day on the phone around 2:31 in the morning

Give her some great advice

 

But I don’t know anything

So I wont say anything

I’m just as lost, as she is.

Maybe I need someone to tell me that being lost is normal

But it sure doesn’t feel normal

And when someone tells you they understand

The first thing you think of is

“you don’t understand shit”

but the first thing you say is

“I know you do”

and the funny thing is she cares what people think

but not as much as I do…cause I would never admit, that I care what people think.