I’m the girl who wants to go short
When she has long hair
And desperately wishes for long hair
As soon as she chops them off
I’m the girl who wants tea
At the same time
But blown cold with every sip
After days of meticulous research and planning
The instant my card is swiped
Is a very real thing
I believe in loving yourself for who you are
Yet constantly striving to do so much better and bigger
I’m a proven juxtaposition
I am fire, I am snow
And you tell me
That love will just happen to me one day?
It’ll pop up like a jack-in-the-box and take me unawares?
It’ll grow on me when I least expect it?
It’ll reaffirm itself
When I see no scope for hope?
Ridiculous, isn’t it?
Because it doesn’t matter how you fall in love
It matters that you do
It doesn’t matter why you start to love
What matters is that it stays.