The Newness

So my escapades are still tumbling on...I just forget to write them here.

So along with this breeze of nice weather, here's what's going on.

I'm confused about a lot. None of it being anything I SHOULD be worrying about, of course.
Relationships are difficult, its all about balances and finding out what works.
Also, its about time. You need to give things time. I think that's been my issue for the past couple months. I want people to like me instantly. That's not how the whole deal works. What kind of relationship can be built on first impressions?
I think sometimes I'm a little much. I need to calm down and just be who I am, as well as patient. I'm not normally patient. I can't think in normal sentence structure right now... maybe some poetry.


Hair.

hair is a weird thing to symbolize a person with.
you my friend, are long, red, coarse hair.
you are slick, chocolate brown hair with a twist.
you are dark, stubbly hair, far far away from me.
you are curly, dark, and thick.
some things are meant to be simple,
but i make everything complex
i like a good mind.
i used to just think it was looks and attitude, but thats not what its all about.
arouse me with your knowledge, and wit.
like a little swallow sitting on a limb, the big pussy cat stalks in the shadows.
the question is, who is the cat, and who the canary?
i seem to some like a non-meaning thing.
quite, demure, probably nothing to offer.
well, honey, you're wrong.
i'm like a firework, blanket, and kiss all at once.
i give and give, and love and love, and expect nothing in return.
i can never voice everything that i want to say.
not directly to anyway. it just hurts me.
i want to be loved, and love in return.
i want to be seen as yours, and have that blanket cover my whole world.
feeling safe means everything to me. i'm a young girl who is naive to the world, but i am not that naive
as to fall into the hands of another crooked grinned spider again.
i want to open to world to you, to see the world through my eyes.
i see like an oracle, all encompassing but still i touch the world in small spaces
i need a hand to hold, a body to hug, lips to kiss.
i can give what you need, but needs are two way streets, not alleys with cats.
i don't know if i'm coming or going, but sometimes i like that.
i've never had this option before. options are something i never thought i could have.
my mind, body, and heart are in different places.
I'm not sure of much of relationships anymore.