Sweetie I wish to write you a letter
But finding words I haven't said..
Well I could always call you my anchor,
Though that might get erased once I proof read.
I think if our lips pressed together..
Not necessarily in a romantic way,
We wouldn't need to speak forever.
Goodness your smile can make my day.

we talked about
multiple personality disorder
and how people
change into other versions of people
and I thought that maybe
for a couple of hours,
for a vacation of sorts,
you could become a segmented part of me.
and I would come to you
when I became utterly sick
of myself
and needed to forget
and you would start a whole new me
someone that I knew nothing about,
a naive stranger,
whose only background,
only indication of any past
was you.

Her hair on her *******;
soft freckles are constellations
hanging in the sky