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

The more you treat me like a nag The more I become one I’m sorry if I micromanage Your clean clothes Your hot meals

Didn’t they know that people cared? That they were loved? Why didn’t someone tell them?

I cannot apologize For writing what I feel inside If it is hard to read It is harder to live I will understand

I had it all In my head And then I said Words I do not know which ones

Why can’t I choose to be somewhere in the middle? Surrounded by extremes Measure everything With a grain of salt

A fresh faced country girl Who pioneers on her bicycle Catches the eye Of a transplant from Houston Love begins through letters

Filler words Put me to sleep Added to cushion Take away my pillow Blunt words to wake up