Itchy
It has to come off
Nerves
Makes me pick
His look

By nature high-strung
But I thought I was strong
If not physically, emotionally
For things to roll off my back
Be mature and take the high road

Hillary’s beautiful Rose
Bumpy’s favorite princess
My mini-me, my little lion
Cute button nose
Framed by red hair

Well-intentioned stranger
Eyeing me limp through HEB
Why would you ask
If I stepped on a nail?
How do you know

I crave stability
Neither wandering spirit
Nor home-body
Yes I’d love to travel
But the foundation

If you find someone
That can do it
Better than you
Get them on your team

I look away
Afraid to see
Flicker of nerves
In their eye
A clench

If I could make you smile
Just once
Sincerity
From an appreciative heart
It would make all of it worthwhile

Pragmatic me
Doesn’t like this girl
You can’t depend on her
Too complex to understand
She cries at the worst times

To be genius means
To not follow the rules
You don’t have to
I wish to be smart
But not self-important