Uh. I'm new here. Have a poem.

Only Truth In Poetry, Love. <3

You guys... Having crushes sucks, hard. It's not fair how you notice every little cute thing about them, and it elevates into beauty; How you notice every weird or gross habit, and it suddenly becomes fascinating. Just another brushstroke in that beautiful marsterpiece that you can only admire secretly. It hurts, not being able to participate in that person's life. You can't get any closer than that secret admirer. Artwork behind glass, making it so distant when, in reality, only a few inches separates you from being able to trace your fingers over the beautiful detail, see the true depths of emotion and feeling and expression in this work of art, already so enchanting. To reach out and scan the strokes, shadows, colors that blend together so nicely to make this object of your obsession. Not a single imperfection or flaw within this.... If only it were so simple, to lift the glass and feel the painting's real secret; if only I could lift the glass to your soul....
Why is it, the people who give so little to snagging you, the least effort and true feelings, always get you, when the people who try, put so much effort into catching your attention, get little more than the occasional passing greeting? So many things make no sense, and affection and love are already so illogical..., I hate these additional complications that make me wonder, is it all really worth it? All my skepticism dies when I see you smile that exhausted smile that you always don on these mornings. I understand the affection when I see your laid-back attitude, simple style, so common from everyone but so intruiging on you. How can you possibly have such charm?
It will always make sense when you smile, though.... That forever-exhausted grin, when your eyes light up no matter how much sleep you missed last night, and that soft, deep chuckle that could make a cursed man smile along, and everything makes sense, and the world is good....




By Kristin Howard
Yeah, I know I'm cool. (Ha.)