when i think of him i think of the scent of old spice.
And the stars.
i think of the wind and figures in the clouds.
jumping tennis court fences and ripping his pants.
i think of him driving in that comfortable silence as we listened to BrandNew.
And how he sensed my sadness and told me to smile.
i think of him looking me in the eyes and between sniffles, telling me he’s gonna
miss me.
Him, tucked into the corner of my bedroom, wrapped in a tattered barbie comforter,
singing until i’d cover my ears.
i hear him laughing.
i smell him.
i feel him breathing, the steady, slow rise and fall of his chest under my head.
all the smilies.
crumpled flyers, thrown out his car window at one in the morning after a show.
his keys (or chapstick or eyedrops or shoes) removed and put down somewhere where they
were inevitably forgotten until it was time to go.
i think of the last time he left my house, knowing he’d never come back.
Not allowing myself to feel any pain, as he strolled across the gravel road.
his shirts were always untucked
MY LOVES
everything simple
everything beautiful
the way the sky looks
after it rains
childhood memories
made up of childhood
companions
the scent of summer camp
and the energy it held
the smile on my mothers face
and her laugh
above all
the closeness of strangers
when you realize you are all the same
reaching out for the hand of someone
and grabbing their heart
remembering what you used to be like
before you were sad
forgetting things that happened
but never filling the gap
ah, and kissing Jeremy
and yes,
we did kiss
my loves are also my hates
falling in love with an asshole
and learning from it
kyle, you fuck!
being one with the love of your life
and letting go
through thick neverending tears
being infatuated with an idiot
and him telling you
"i thought you were the one!"
having a crush on a gay guy
toight like a toiger
and him loving you in return
trying to recapture your childhood
with a trip to california with your drug-hungry friend
blond
and fun as hell
falling to sleep knowing you
have someone 80miles away thoroughly convinced
that you have him wrapped around your finger
though you might not know it
and i dont!
being happy in my skin
and happy in my life.....
BUZZ buzz I TASTE LIKE COFFEE
Jeremy you lil bitch, its that chronic ass G-13!!...get it right d-boe
LoVe Of RaIn
the rain falls on your head/and drops mingle with your dark hair/you’ve never looked
more beautiful to me/hold me in your arms/never let me go/i feel so safe when you’re
here with me/lazily your lips smile/kisses fall soft....-Missy Parker
[...an ultimatium, life or death, and sure, maybe i’m being extreme, but you walk
around and tell me that things aren’t extreme, Jesus! i’ve seen a man jack off
to a gap window display,so don’t tell me that love isn’t important...-Beau
Sia]
{its not just you/its the idea of you/the idea of love/to rub my hands across your
back/to kiss you knowing what no one else knows about you/seeing you at your weakest
moments because you’re delicate/your smile/your strong hugs/its the idea of you that
makes my stomach/tingle.}<<Isabelle Joy>>
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