What it isn't

I stare into your eyes

hoping to find a glimpse of me in you

hoping that if i look well enough my eyes will be inside of yours

as the color of mine combine with yours to make a painting

as we become artist

splattering hearts against the wall

what used to be ours

dosen't exsist anymore

teenage love

is a myth

beating hearts

stop

It's all to inexpierenced

and I am too cultivated

to wonder

If i am pretty enough for him

If i am sane enough

If i am skinny enough

It's all to superficial for me

i throw your labels

into the ocean

as your cold judgement

freeze

notes

and roses

that never were

and never will be

the way to my heart.