STATIONARY

I feel like the word shatter

I’m a messy person

I talk too much about how I feel, simply because I feel too deeply-

far into things

I met a boy who felt like the word stationary

He had it together

But it wasn’t that he knew what he was doing

or what he was going to do

He just knew he was

And I think thats the hardest thing I’ve had to learn

Pushing aside opinions and crawling out of the tunnels of insecurity

I’ve started to realize I’m not painted on faces

or the clothes that convince us we glow

I’m not opinions or standards

I just am

I’m messy- I feel too much-

My feet can’t match the beat

But here I am

and there I was

Who knows where I’ll be,

but I know it will be stationary