Who the hell am I anyway? <br />This girl who smiles like she's in love. <br />I used to spit on love. I used to tell lovers to get a room. <br /> <br />I'd paint my nails midnight blue <br />and order purple contacts for my eyes, <br />just so others could say I'm weird. <br /> <br />The beasts would sniff me, ask for my number <br />and I'd look at their eyes first. <br /> <br />Did they make good eye contact? Was I afraid <br />of their eyes? Were they soft, or hard? <br />These are important questions to ask yourself <br />when love is looming in the air. <br /> <br />Love does not have hard eyes, <br />or a sharp tongue. <br /> <br />Now I'm eating cotton candy, licking my fingers <br />smiling at a boy I love. <br />He pinched my ass and winked a story to me <br />last time we touched. He whispered something in my ear <br />that I hear all day long, <br />like a broken record I don't want to fix. <br /> <br />This boston babe <br />is about to explode in pink <br />all over the place <br />for a Boston boy who likes to drink black coffee <br />and eat cheese danishes <br />every Thursday morning <br />at my favorite corner shop. <br /> <br />My eyes are back to being brown <br />the color of his coffee <br />when I accidentally spill <br />a perfect dollop of whipped cream into his mug, <br />shaped like a heart, <br />as I walk by his table.<br /><br />Jena Crowe<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/is-it-normal-to-smile-more-than-5x-a-day/
