I'm clumsy.
And sometimes I do this thing,
Where my brain doesn't keep up with my mouth,
Like for example:
At the grocery store last week the guy asked "paper or plastic"
And I said "yes."
I used to date this guy.
I want to tell you his name,
But frankly I don't remember.
And I want to blame it on some deep-seated heartache,
But in reality my memory just *****.
He told me once that I could never love anyone.
He wanted to be a permanent fixture in my life,
And I didn't know how to tell him that I changed the sheets on my bed every month.
He was gone that April,
Leaving nothing behind except for the faint smell of cologne on the pillowcase,
And a note that read, "good luck."
To this day I still don't know if that was directed at me or the next person who had the misfortune of dating me.
That following winter,
I met someone.
And I learned that constellations aren't always found in the sky,
And the North Star doesn't seem as bright when you're standing beside someone you care about.
He took all the imperfections I thought I had,
And turned them into little treasures that he kept in his back pocket,
And on rainy days,
He'd hold one to my face and ask,
"How can you not love this?"
It wasn't until I was 2 years in I realized
That I had met someone who made me think,
Maybe these lavender sheets
Can stay a while.
(g.h) // February 29, 2016 - 10:01 PM
