I saw him neatly fold his life away and stuff it next to his watch,
In his front pocket,
The room lost color, so I went downstairs...

To the kitchen, red as a solo cup,
Where a group of my friends had drank their lives away,
I couldn't stay to watch them wipe what was left from their chins...

So I sat outside (I love the green),
And dreamt my life away in little puffs of smoke,
That I sent home to the clouds.

You cornered me between the book case and the wall,
And whispered something like...
"Wordstastebestfollowedbyakiss."
I thought the same thing about cigarettes.
About Georgia, about falling.

.... And then I thought about the jammed arm on the record player.
And if the dog needed to go for a walk.
And how I really don't want to clean the bathroom at work.
Or any bathroom, ever, really.

Thought after thought came and left my mind...
And now I only think about going back.

You waited for the storm to pass
By sitting in your room.
What did you see?

An empty dresser with empty drawers
Open to a cluttered mind.

Then, the calm waters boiled over,
and spilled onto your floor.
Drop by drop, the crack of your door
Gave way to an ocean.

You stared at the legs of your end table,
And watched them drown.

We were the cake conspirators,
During lunch.
Beginning with an empty moment,
When we asked Ben to fetch Emile...
And waited at the table,
For the cake to meet his face.

And I thought, wouldn't it be funny...
Wouldn't it be just freaking hilarious,
If I were to pretend to slam it in yours instead?
...But, as soon as I got near you...
You went up in arms!

Your small hands grabbed as much cake as they could,
And my hair suddenly became a sticky shade of white!

We had no time for disbelief,
We had no time for anything,
But to fight!
Now was the batter battle...
And I had to throw the second punch.

Two girls,
Laughing, while reaching for more.
Squealing, then wiping it from our eyes.
Two girls,
Answering the cries of the cafeteria to,
"Yeah, get her in the face!"

When you took my face into your hands,
                                      I  felt  the control a
                                      kiss    could    have.

I wanted to unfold, as flowers
                                 as Spring
                                 as you.

But I'm still not certain
            about living life
                on my knees.

Despite the beautiful view.

I've heard that my eyes are endless.
Pools to drown in...
And that my legs are thick, and soft,
And warm like home.
It's been said that I
Play with poetry like
Finger paints.
And that my laugh is a ferris wheel,
Or honestly.
And apparently, I'm just too cute.
Apparently, it's just too hard not to love me.

I'm writing right now.
I'm writing to write, now.
I'm writing to write for me now.

No one reads here,
without wanting something,
(besides what we give them)
in return.

And no one else reads what is here.

So, instead of not writing now,
Or writing in hopes of enlightening others,
I will be honest.
I will write for myself.

And I will read it, too.