i miss writing hearts into my eyes
and drawing bombs over my heart
and dipping it all in silver,
claiming it came from my tongue
instead of from a paint can
did you ever think about
how we could have been as famous
as those burn outs that write
songs for girl groups with lyrics
talking about sex and heartbreak
when what we wrote about was
more real than the goosebumps
i got each time i pressed "post"?
i miss the vagueness, the inspiration
that flowed through me without
my even needing to try, just
sitting down at a keyboard and slamming
it against my forehead until songs
spilled out of it like silver
we were the best of poetry pen pals
that only looked to each other for
the words to say that guarded us
against the words said against us
when we got off our computers
write to me again?