her

"so I wanted to try you on for size
&it turns out
I love how your hand fit perfectly in mine
&what can I say?
I'm simply taken by your rugged rudeness
yet the presence of your manners still throws me off-
in a good way, of course.
Weird how
all the little things I prefer-
are found in you,
down to the dimples&
"Idon'tgiveafuck" attitude.
Even crazier that-
my confidence doesn't phase you;
you know that I'm deathly afraid to get hurt once more...
&that I'm totally aware of these band aids that don't heal-
that simply cover up the scars until the adhesives wear out.
What a silly hopeless attempt,
that you seem to see right through.

Honestly,
in all honesty,
I'm too scared to enjoy how we finish each other's sentences
or be content with the fact that we have more inside jokes
than I have ever had with anyone in my entire life,
cuz I don't wanna push you away like I have the rest.
Although they were coo,
we just didn't fit-
not even half as much as how me & you do.
I've pushed down the butterflies til their wings tickle the crevices of my insides.
Which is why I randomly giggle.

wait.
nothing.
nevermind.

(so when I went to Virgin mobile & asked the fortune cookie if I liked you
it told me to try the egg roll.
Do I like you?)
Hmm...
So how about them Giants?

I'll never admit it.
it'll be our little secret.
Like the change in weather,
&the phone number I call you on
Even though you're all over myspace & away messages.
So I guess I'll let a butterfly or two out with this poem
that I've been holding in for quite some time-
&see how kindly you react to them."
-Her