As I Am - a teenage love poem

I like you.

Let's get that out of the way,

but before I continue,

there's a few things I need to say.

I like bread ends and trailmix,

and buttercup squash.

I say, 'oh my gosh',

and i wash

my laundry

when i run out of socks.
My hair is a mess

and i guess it's because it's been under a hat all day.

quite a dissarray, I'd say.
'cause i work in a kitchen,

so i can get by.

and i smell like a fry,

or a pizza...

... i hope you like pizza.

I check my horoscope every morning,

because I'm a scorpio,

and we're myseterious like that.

and i have a cat,

though she's really quite annoying.

so, i hope you're allergic, and we can go to your place instead and

...make out, or something.

I'm not too good with these feelings,

though I have a lot.

I just thought

I might have a shot

with you.

And I'm not much of a poet.

would ya know it?

and for me to show it - my truth - is hard

uncouth, and scarred.

and not just these stitches on my chin,

but the scars within.

i just want you to know,

that i'm slow, at this, thing, whatever it is.

but i do what i can,

not for you, nor for them;

for me.

do you take me as i am?