the hurricane came; but only the end
& it blew the windows open & flooded the floors
& we stood on our desks & wondered what was next
& we tapped our pencils on our ancient books
& stared at the clocks waiting for the hands to move
our desks will be our boats & our books will be our life vests.
we are in this for the long haul.

& you're hidden in between the lines of every cliché love song.
& you're hidden in the digits of the clock
& your secrets are inside of desk drawers
& i take them out whenever you're gone.

today i cleaned some of my house.
i love waking up with my windows open
& being chilly & putting on a sweater
& making tea.
i love when no one is home & i open the paper
& i pretend that i am 20-something living alone
in an apartment in boston.
i know if i live alone i'll be lonely all the time.
so i don't know why i hope for it someday.

i dislike breakfast
& there is no reason to have breakfast as dinner.
when i have my own apartment, all the food will be kept in the refrigerator.

this is only temporary; we are only temporary.

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i secretly wish to be everyone i'm not
& i secretly believe i'll find myself in the process.

everyone wishes they were someone they arent ( Read more... )

it smelt like you
at the video store last night
& she thought i was crazy
& that i wouldn't remember the smell.
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sometimes people lie.
with every ounce of their body.
every cell in their blood.
liars have blood made of bile.
acid.acid.acid.

i think it's charming
how you still love her with all your heart
& how you let it tear you up inside.
& how she ruined you more than one time
with her words & her lies & her songs & her sighs.
& that you were the same way with me once.
& that i was the same as her once.
i find it respectable.
or her side & your side.
fornoreasonatall.