She fades from your memory,
like weightless dandelion seeds
stolen
by a gust
of jealous wind.

And the next time you see her,
she is just another stranger
swimming
in a rough sea
of unfamiliar faces.

it's dark
and a little cold
you can feel
winter kissing
the air

the stairs
are made
of steel;
frozen

we are intoxicated
i am tipsy
you are drunk

we're laughing

my shirt
falling
off my shoulder
your eyes
glow in
the dark
as you throw
back your head
and
laugh

i tease you
by licking your straw
and think of how the
milkshake
would taste so
much better
off your
lips

you tease me
playing with
my glasses
and
tickling
my leg
with
your
feet

"try me"
i say
i am trying
to
act like i am
bigger than
my body
i am playing
a game
you are a
king of

"oh, really?"
your
breath is
on my
lips
and i can feel
the heat in
the cold winter
night
i can
see your
freckles
they are brighter
than the stars
in the black sky

we looked at each other
a little too long
to be
"just friends"

I feel like a trophy.
Something to be won,
then thrown away once I begin to dull.

I feel like a trophy,
Paraded around when beautiful,
Left alone to rust and dissolve away.

I feel like a trophy,
loved at the start,
then kept only for the memories

I feel like a trophy,
Marveled at in the spotlight,
then slowly forced to share the shelf space.

I feel like a trophy,
naive enough to think
that that my next owner would treasure me.

I feel like a trophy,**
non-living, replaceable,
and disposable.