This Mess Is Mine

i fall in love with the little things,

like half smiles and freckled noses,

like lip chewing and bad liars.

and you fall in love with little things, too?

thin waists hugged by little black dresses,

little care for anyone when i, i've got a

heart that should have roads and stores

and a zip code - but i'm not a little thing,

am i? i'm not little feet in strappy heels.

my heart is fat, and maybe i am too,

but i fall in love with the little things,

like stretch marks and tan lines,

like childhood scars and stick and poke tattoos.