This is an ode to that boy that stole your heart, the boy with the strong masculine build ,and and the great hair you wanted to run your fingers through, the mysterious one who you thought was intellectual and deep, the bad boy that made you want to break the rules, and then you found out he was justy like everyone else....this is a an ode to that boy.

(Mine just happened to be named Alex but you can insert any name you want)

Awkwardness is Alex. Unsure but calm, stubborn ,and frustrating. Loyal like a dream but unpredictable like a nightmare. Thoughts of him flow easy and smooth; ink creating the lines that describe the heart that makes him speak and thaink and you fall in love with those words, he takes them in and breathes them out in a whirl of color that makes girls fall down the rabbit hole he keeps in his mind. Sharing it piece by piece, but never letting everyone share in the mad tea perty. So calculated afraid to trip and miss a yellow brick.

Worry what's the worst that could happen?  We'd see you living, breathing as you, but then a laugh come curious to know more. Unraveling and letting each limb stick to the unknown. Clining to the useful and purging the knowledge stretched and worn after years of use.

The force with which you throw  yourself in to the deep end calls for caution and attention the kind which applause is usually a by-product--until you see the  back stroke for what it fully is ; a doggy paddle used by the innocent to mask everything they are unable to say. Others, unsure, picking and sniping away conversations in hopes of preserving the glass box we let you live in. But one day the Queen will discover that you painted the roses red and it will be off with your porcelain head.