It's the closest we've been in months, you know, when he put his arms around me and kissed me on the forehead. Kissed me and kissed me and kissed me on the forehead. "I'm sorry." And he doesn't say it, thank God, but I know it's true, that it's really not me, and that it's really him. And that there is nothing that I've done or that I could have ( Read more... )

I am overwhelmed with the things happening in my life. I have been making big decisions, and, right now, even though I knew that Corey was not a permanent person in my life, I think he might be ready to end our relationship. Which is actually just fine, I just wish he would talk to me. I hate not knowing what's going on ( Read more... )

I'll curl my toes and stretch my pillow, bathing alone in my own blanket. It might almost seem strange.

My legs are down off the tree, over the water, as my fingers grasp a sip of your beer, canoes and sailboats sliding lapping down the lake. The sun is down, down, down over our shady blanket and a lone bird dances in our island branches. My bare skin feeds the insects.  Water is solidifying into lights and stripes, she oozes quiet beneath oars, ( Read more... )

You’ve gone home to sleep and it’s the first time i’ve prayed in months. I close my eyes. There’s warm lights from outside, across the couch and the arm, leading to my bed. I’ve been waiting here for months, and I’m not sure you know. You’re the warmest I’ve ever been.

now that the economy's gone to shit and my parents' monthly income has been halved, i keep fucking up in expensive ways that I've never fucked up before.

it makes me feel like ungrammatical shit. i'm not going to capitalize a single word, and i'm going to feel good about it.

Frozen fingers and butterfly stomachs. There's urine on my clothes and blood on your sheets, and everything is beautiful. I slouch in the tub, watch my toes peek above the water. It's my first bath in ages, in your strange bathroom, blowing ripples on my stomach. Your boxers drape  below my knees, and I wrap my arms around you, whispering apologies ( Read more... )

"What the fuck are you doing? What time is it ( Read more... )

"you taste like butter," and I love it.

"I was a virgin when I graduated high school, just like you."
"I told you that?"
"sure, Corey-Dee."

"would it be weird to kiss you in front of all these people?"

Four hours of sleep and a stomach full of coffee. An empty store, and too many smiles.

Right now, i am happy.