Don't tell me you love me
Tell me why you write
Don't say I'm beautiful or funny or smart or even a gem
Tell me whose face fills your mind's eye as you pause in between writing
Do you chew on your pencil staring into pasts of me or presents of hers?
Are the scratches in your journal attempts to cross me out or boundary lines?
Am I a crime scene with yellow tape?
Because I think of you everyday.
Write of you everyday.
42 is your favorite number after all
Oct 28, 2013
Oct 28, 2013 at 8:29 PM UTC
Don't tell me you love me
Tell me why you write
Don't say I'm beautiful or funny or smart or even a gem
Tell me whose face fills your mind's eye as you pause in between writing
Do you chew on your pencil staring into pasts of me or presents of hers?
Are the scratches in your journal attempts to cross me out or boundary lines?
Am I a crime scene with yellow tape?
Because I think of you everyday.
Write of you everyday.
42 is your favorite number after all