What You Are Not Does Not Compare to What You Are

I'm not a phone talker but I'll answer your calls
I'm not an all-nighter but I'll stay awake

I'm not a fast walker but I'll keep up

I'm not a great dancer but neither are you

I'm not a million things

I'm not a Frozen fan
I'm not a health nut
I'm not a good singer
I'm not tall
I'm not sane
I'm not daring

I could tell you all the things I'm not
Without a second thought
But these do not compare
To the things I actually am

I am a fast typer so I'll respond quickly
I am a book reader so I'll get lost sometimes
I am a loud laugher so you'll catch yourself smiling
I am a music listener so I'll make you playlists
I am an early riser but I'll try not to wake you
I am an adamant writer so I'll annoy you with my excessive and crappy attempts at poetry

But there are a million more things that I am

I am reliable
I am organized
I am a Lutheran
I am passionate
I am a decent baker
I am seventeen

I am me
And the things that I am are far more important than the things I am not
And I am enough

Friday's

Lost in Gold

timidly step up the stairwell
his bright eyes find you through the crowded room
lost in a first impression
adjusts his tie and shakes your father's hand
camera phones flash
frigid air races up your dress
he holds your hand carefully
headlights burn through the misty night
everything is gold
visibility levels at an all time low
but all you need to see is
his shy smile
and your heart racing
he takes a wrong turn
you're both lost
then found
he pulls out your chair
and moves his closer to yours
knees touching, eyes meeting
giggles and winks
thoughts passed without a word
cold wind is still blowing
but his presence keeps your heart warm
stepping inside to a hot blast of an unknown tune
a spectrum of light bounces from wall to floor
picture frames hang from the ceiling
gold glitter on the walls
more camera flashes
you feel his hand in yours again
streaks of light cut through the hazy air
and your favorite song plays
the world disappears
you're lost
with each note,
each heartbeat gets louder
he holds you up and you float to the rhythm
there is nothing
and everything
he steals glances
but you know he owns them
twirling, swaying, falling
purples and blues and greens
the little lights twinkle in the lanterns above
fairies float around your head of falling curls
lipstick smeared
you're still lost
gold glitter covers your soles and your soul
everything is sparkling
you meet his eyes again
and you feel safe
his favorite song plays
the air is filled with light and laughter and glitter
he is lost
you know better than to ask for this dance
for he let you have yours
sleepy eyes dash back out into the brisk wind
a small water please,
with lots of ice
simply to enhance the feeling of freezing
irony is your forte
accidental dreams in the passenger seat
with his voice as your lullaby
good night
good night
a sweet kiss on the cheek
the golden highlight of a golden night
you're both lost underneath
the golden porch light
intertwined
good night
drive safely
good night