I don’t know your favorite color
Or your favorite movie
though I could probably tell you which
X-Men movie you liked the most
if I thought about it hard enough.
I don’t know what you like to do at
2 am when you cant sleep
or how you take your coffee
or your favorite book.
I have loved you for 6 months
and sometimes I feel like you’re a
thousand piece puzzle
and I only have 4 pieces
I know that the sound of your laugh
reminds me of Christmas and
that you get upset that I get upset about her
and that your eyes light up
whenever I compliment you
even when you don’t accept it.
I know that you probably love
Eminem more than
and that you hate yellow M&M’s just as much,
which is weird.
I know that you don’t really care when I ramble
about my favorite anything,
and I’ve memorized which paths
to take with my fingertips
that make you shiver.
I know that when I’m upset and you
tell me to relax that it’s definitely
not relaxing at all
but I still try to follow the advice because
it came from you.
But there are parts of you that are
underneath fake and genuine smiles
and old relationships
under piles and piles of books
and stuffed beneath quotes
painted onto printer paper.
There are parts of you that I haven’t
like the girl
who already has extremely nerdy
names picked out for her children.
The girl who leaves
footprints in the sand of the
beach at lake superior
only to know they’ll be
washed away, mere seconds later
The girl who will put her life down
for her siblings, and has, repeatedly.
I want to meet the girl
who defends even the shittiest people
because underneath her badass
attitude, she still cares about everyone
she’s ever loved.
I want to meet the girl who loved her.
But in the meantime,
Hi. My name is Karma.
My favorite color is purple,
my favorite movie has a giant creepy bunny in it.
i knit at 2 am when thoughts of you keep me awake,
i take two sugars in my coffee the next morning
and my favorite book is about a meth addict.
I don’t know those things about you,
but now you know them about me,
So it’s your turn.