I was so cheerful; I laughed and danced and sang the new year in ( Read more... )

sometimes,
I look in the mirror
and I see her,
sitting on this plush
velvet chair;
long dress hitched up
one pale thigh;
hair wild
and flowing
down slender shoulders;
and eyes
gleaming
sharp
like a blade,
waiting to
touch me
again.

there's a monster at the dinner table;
she's eating all the soup.
and when she stands
in front of the mirror,
she looks a lot like you.

sometime after both of you had caught your breaths, and rearranged yourselves more comfortably on her bed, in her New York apartment, she says "remember our last year in high school? when I asked you if I should marry him ( Read more... )

sometimes ( Read more... )

(your)

absence

makes the

my

heart

grow fonder

go farther

wonder
.
.
.
cry.

if I wanted to say anything about you, it would be over here, not there.

stab

you shouldn't have
let me
get so close
in the first placethey say ( Read more... )

there's nothing like being looked at like that.

really.

does wonders for the self-esteem.

super.

love and belongingness need fulfilled.

wow.

much acceptance.

whoo.

She’s standing by the window when you reach the open door to her apartment; you wonder if it is because she hasn’t moved ever since you saw her from the street, or if she had just gone back to watch the lamplighters go about their duties ( Read more... )