"of all the things I will grow,
I will grow tired.
my eyes will flutter
as my heart sinks
and I will collapse onto my bed,
into my pillows,
and away from the world.
I will fall fast and far,
lost in a sea of waves.
waves of thoughts,
waves of feelings,
waves of words.
I will fall in love with you,
when I fall.
I will grow to love you,
when I grow.
but I don't think you'll notice.
I have looked at you,
many times,
and I have felt something
deep in my soul.
and I have seen you look at me,
with curious
and questionable
soft brown eyes.
and I will grow tired,
of loving you,
when you don't even think
about me."
--I will grow // 5.3.14.
















