Coffee Shop Corners and Lights

Everyday is a choice and I choose to sleep with one light turned on- not because I am afraid of my truth, but because I am afraid of yours. I write songs with my guitar and there is almost always a cold cup of coffee on my bedside table.

There are words all over my room-things strung together by voices I have never heard in an elegance that I never can seem to achieve.

I look younger than my twenty-one years. It serves me well in some lots of life, and not so well in others. I have a look of innocence that would fool any stranger and I have the mouth of a sailor. My heart has been broken for the past year and nine months and I would be a liar if I said I did not think about him every single day.

I have romantic hopes of a poetic, long-haired, musically inclined boy sweeping from the corner of coffee shops where I often find myself and into the throws of injurious love- but I am not silly enough to believe the world actually works that way.

I am the happiest person you will ever happen upon and there are one thousand things I could tell you about myself, but I will discuss you for as long as you please. Beauties like you, that sit in curious places in town and answer and engage my questions, carry my soul and all souls and the light that I cannot sleep without.