Sometimes I write about myself as I imagine lover would

I use the most beautiful frivolous words trying so hard to be poetic

But I am not poetic at all

I spill coffee on myself around boys that may be a little more than friends

And laugh as they help me clean it up

I get antsy when I don't have anything to do

But get easily overwhelmed when I have too much

I hate the smell of flowers but I love receiving them

I have created more typos than anyone thought possible

and sometimes I use improper grammar

I think way too much

I impress myself with my intelligence

And get offended by my stupidity

I sing at the top of my lungs in my off key voice

And I spend my time worrying about the dumbest things

I have dreams of owning a huge house and throwing the classiest parties

And I waste all my wishes begging to be kissed

but maybe a lover would write all of this except in a little more poetic way