i hope my words are strange and wondrous,

like kisses that quiet all things superfluous,

so that we can all stop and

listen

with everything in my heart,

i can't say that my smile is the truth.

but my smile IS the truth.

what is the truth?

the truth is you make me happy.

and the truth is you make me happy.

i don't know if you could make me happier,

but you do.

and you make me happy.

but you make me so unhappy.

and its hard because i don't know.

but neither do you.

if only you were just you.

but i am happy.

and i am unhappy.

happy and tired.

unhappy and tired.

do you hear me?

can you hear me?

is this selfish?

for now i just want to curl up

somewhere deep inside me.

but i wish there was you,

to curl up with.