dandelions

I’m at a seminar, for leadership.

Here, kids are like me: perfectionists, great students, excelling, afraid of not being enough.

Everyday, we scream our heads off to a cheer, O-U-T-S-T-A-N-D-I-N-G.

Teenage love is different from adult love,

we love hard,

raw.

We love with the hopes that we will find the one,

innocent to the ways that the 'one' will change over and over again,

Giddy is the exhilaration

Thinking about you

Getting excited

For what, I don't know

Counting down the days until I can see you again

(Summer is hard)

Reading love stories

Listening to love songs

I'm opening my phone

To nothing 

No messages, no emails, no missed calls,

All I'm getting is radio silence 

The sinking feeling in my heart returned

The one where you know something is wrong

You say you want someone real,

like every second we spent together was a dream,

or a nightmare,

I don't know how you think of us.

You say you want someone real,

Our differences define our Beauty,

like the intricate details of every snowflake,

standing out from each other,

not in a bad way,

not in a sad way,

but in a beautiful way,