Wednesday, November 25, 2009

A Religious Experience

We are close together,

quiet

like flowing silk through fingertips,

silent

like if we speak we lose a game we play because of its comfort and we feel comfortable,

in the rain

pattering on the roof of your car,

it's the only sound we hear because if one of us makes one the moment might be lost and you,

your skin,

it’s like silk so delicate I can feel an entire planet underneath, the blood pumping through veins, the breakable bones, all the organs and arteries that could fail at any minute and I’m thinking of God, a bit.

And death.

Sunday, November 15, 2009

Secret.

When time has been eaten away and my bones ache true with the pain of experience,
I expect that it won't matter anymore, and
I will finally be able to say:

I have always wanted to fuck the living daylights out of you.

I'm a jerk.

I liked you, but
your hair was all wrong,
and if you'd just shaved you balls,
listened to better music,
gotten rid of that awful shirt,
pulled-out right before,
listened to me complain for hours
on the phone, every night, because I made you call
just to check in,
just to say,
"I love you,
you're beautiful."
Well, things would have been different.




Monday, November 9, 2009

Hakuna Matata

I'm trying not to worry about the past. I'm trying to put it behind me. I'm trying to move on with my life. I'm trying to stop being so stupid and girly and I'm trying to forgive and forget.

Sometimes I feel like I'm making progress.

Facebook is keeping me from my ultimate goal, which is...


To stop obsessing about all the people who don't care a lick about me.


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