somewhere between these lines

is a place

for a name

I haven't written for

in a while

what did i just say?
does she think im weird?
maybe i should stop talking
i'm too awkward
this is awkward

oh
she's laughing
i'm fine

.
.
.

is she laughing at me?

Woman
You don't understand
From your
Neck down
I know you
You see
I'm a little Strange
I want to know
What I don't yet Know
And that is
From your neck up

Have you ever taken a ride
to the sad side
where the tracks
lay buckled and bare
where the ones
who are born to trust you              
look up in quiet despair
at the face that says  
I love you
with eyes
that don't really care

You tell me you regret her, that you wished I was your first,
I look at you with distain because you know the mistakes I've made,
I wonder,
Will you say to the next one,
"I wish you were my first."
It seems to me quite strange because you once loved her like you did I,
But Ill tell you this,
I will not regret you, I will not tell them Id wished you were they, because although we loved and lost, all that matters is the first.

I love  "A"
I love the moment I saw you
The way your brown eyes meet mine
How the winter  wind moved your curls--
The moment was so perfect
the same way
The moment was perfect
When you said
"I love you."
For the first time
I love you, my love <A3

When you kissed me
I tasted him on your lips
You didnt say it
But I knew:
I was always just backup