I have had a short life.
I have not done anything spectacular or awe-inspiring.
I survived being born --
and gaining a little brother.
I was, and am, an odd child.
I can be quiet or loud—when I want.
I learned to read at a young age, and read for hours on end.
My mother would find me
curled up under a desk,
on a table,
under my bed, reading.
I still haven't grown out of that.
I hate spiders.
I love art.
I draw, I paint, I watercolor.
My watercolors are the best.
I eat like an Italian, (I am one)
loads of garlic,
loads of pasta,
loads of bread and fruit.
I am Irish,
I am a purebred mutt, and I am damn proud.
I speak Italian (and English) and a little bit of French.
I can swear in those and seven more languages.
I am a nerd and proud.
Neil Gaiman and J.R.R. Tolkien are my heroes.
I have a sweet tooth the size of the Americas.
I love red velvet cake, (especially my mum's)
fresh peaches, (sunset-colored and juicy)
and ketchup. (that's why my hair is red)
I have fallen in love --
and out of love just as easily.
I've had two boyfriends –
and one girlfriend.
I dance where no one can see me,
sing when no one can hear me,
act when I have no audience;
sometimes in the dark.
I watch old movies with stars like
and John Wayne.
I have walked down the street
and started crying for no reason at all.
I hate my father for breaking up our family,
for forcing my mum to move us away from him,
for making my brother cry.
I love my mum and bratty brother
for putting up with me,
for laughing with me and at me,
for just being my family.
I want to go to Montana again,
and Italy for the first time.
I love being in a place where I am loved for being me,
and only me.
I'm a girl,
I'm a woman,
a dancer in the dark.
I'm a poet,
the dreamer in the park.
Je suis le Reveuse et le Reve.
(I am the Dreamer and the Dream)
I believe in faeries,
(especially the goblins that steal my socks)
and that somewhere out there,
an alien is laughing his ass off at us.
I believe in magic,
and that I have the courage to be weird.