two-twofive

i'm not very good with codes.
mysteries generally remain such.
i like the surprises at the end,
when everything is drawn together,
boxes put in place.

i'm not very tactful.
rarely do i know what to say,
let alone how to say it.
should this be a thank you?
or an i love you?

simplicity suits me.
ironic, considering how complex i am.
hello, goodbye, i like you.
those i can deal with.
laughter i can love.

yet i'm not very plain.
my thoughts--overwhelm me.
i prefer intense emotion,
to the drab, lukewarm shadow of such.
i love risk.

they say i'm smart.
who are they?
it's not as if they have heard my thoughts,
or even observed my deeds.
or read my words.

but i can smile.
i accept.
i teeter on the balance of fact and fiction,
loving the unknown.
loving this, and now.

Untitled

I didn't think you actually would
it seemed too sporatic
and why would I be your partner?
You claimed to be nervous
I lied.
said I wasn't.
you must not have heard my heart pounding
and then, that look you gave me.
Now, that I won't forget.
and when we ran off
you grabbed my hand
before we took the plunge.
If I had know you were to do that,
there's no way
you could've missed
the racing of my heart.