Christmas
makes you realize
how lonely
and pointless
you are.
Everyone's at Jared's,
laughing with the overly made up
thirty-ish
forty-five year old
behind the counter.
Making jokes about
how
the bride-to-be
"lets him get away
with certain things,
but he knows who's boss."
While the groom-to-be stands beside her demurely
as she flexes that nice glinting rock.
"So when's the wedding?"
Or seeing people
going to Micheal's
for some string and
beads, and wood-carved letters,
to make a homemade
necklace
for her,
because commercialism
ruins love.
Real love comes from the heart
and necklaces made out of heartfelt twine
glistening with green and red beads
that enclose her name
in wood-carved letters
that have probably been chewed on
by a progressive four year old.
I think it's the whole idea
of togetherness.
This feeling of closeness brought on by the cold.
The need to be warm and vitalized,
while realizing
that you are rubbing your own shoulders.
you are shuddering against your own pillow.
you are curled up inside your own covers.
you simply are
and there is no one else around
to affirm
with love
and ***
and ingenuity
that
you are.
Dec 22, 2011
Dec 22, 2011 at 12:04 AM UTC
Christmas
makes you realize
how lonely
and pointless
you are.
Everyone's at Jared's,
laughing with the overly made up
thirty-ish
forty-five year old
behind the counter.
Making jokes about
how
the bride-to-be
"lets him get away
with certain things,
but he knows who's boss."
While the groom-to-be stands beside her demurely
as she flexes that nice glinting rock.
"So when's the wedding?"
Or seeing people
going to Micheal's
for some string and
beads, and wood-carved letters,
to make a homemade
necklace
for her,
because commercialism
ruins love.
Real love comes from the heart
and necklaces made out of heartfelt twine
glistening with green and red beads
that enclose her name
in wood-carved letters
that have probably been chewed on
by a progressive four year old.
I think it's the whole idea
of togetherness.
This feeling of closeness brought on by the cold.
The need to be warm and vitalized,
while realizing
that you are rubbing your own shoulders.
you are shuddering against your own pillow.
you are curled up inside your own covers.
you simply are
and there is no one else around
to affirm
with love
and ***
and ingenuity
that
you are.
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