i wrote “i love you”
in the fog on the bathroom mirror
after washing you off my skin
and stood there staring
as the words disappeared slowly
running like tears down your cheeks
running like we were running
out of love
out of time
ending up dripping down the drain
of the sink
under the bathroom mirror
you slid off me
as easily as fog slides off a mirror
Apr 11, 2013
Apr 11, 2013 at 11:19 PM UTC
i caught summer in a mason jar today
down by the atlantic shore
it was just passing by all nonchalantly
like it was supposed to be here
this time of year
but i’m too crafty for that nonsense
i took it home with me
and put it on a dusty shelf
reserved for my old first editions
one day next winter i will bring it down
from it’s dusty perch and reminisce
smelling the sunshine and sea
and i will smile again like i am today
Apr 11, 2013
Apr 11, 2013 at 10:20 PM UTC
she was made up of stolen words
words meant for other girls
other more beautiful girls, more popular girls
girls that had guys write for them
about them
she would read those words
all of them
and she would dream
and she would fantasize
she would memorize
the way they rhymed or didn’t
or the way they sounded
eventually she would become these words
she would be lovely as a summers day
more beautiful than a butterflies wings
she would flow
she would rhyme
or not
one day she would be noticed
and loved
and others would read her like a book
a book they couldn’t put down
one day she would be a…
poem
she would be poetry
words that everyone read
but she would know better still
Apr 11, 2013
Apr 11, 2013 at 10:14 PM UTC