We forgot to build a snowman,
and we melted--
Guess who melted first.
But before we turned eighteen,
or even fifteen,
questions rolled into our houses
like sick bulldozers
for sick families.
I was never happy with the way
we held our hands together after
you started wearing those gloves.
I remember clearly
how you worded it when
you decided not to take my
"no" for an answer,
but I can't quite recall how you
pronounced it,
and your voice is all but totally replaced
with Lindsay Lohan's in my head:
"Now I'm writing to impress you,
and I hate that."
Sweet. There's the door.
Leave the pencil.
Dec 21, 2014
Dec 21, 2014 at 10:35 PM UTC
We forgot to build a snowman,
and we melted--
Guess who melted first.
But before we turned eighteen,
or even fifteen,
questions rolled into our houses
like sick bulldozers
for sick families.
I was never happy with the way
we held our hands together after
you started wearing those gloves.
I remember clearly
how you worded it when
you decided not to take my
"no" for an answer,
but I can't quite recall how you
pronounced it,
and your voice is all but totally replaced
with Lindsay Lohan's in my head:
"Now I'm writing to impress you,
and I hate that."
Sweet. There's the door.
Leave the pencil.
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