A Poem For The Love Of My Life
She wore a messy bun and spoke with an accent and always asked what were my plans.
She wore a messy bun and spoke with an accent and always asked what were my plans.
44. Go back and scroll through the database that has come to represent all the failure in your life.
Then you got in bed and I began to understand. The roses had not been for me, nor had the undressing. Nothing had been.
I wish I didn’t have a phone, like a baby bird. I wish I didn’t have bills, like a baby bird. I wish I never thought about how many social media followers I had, like a baby bird.
When I said we weren’t right for each other because we argued too much, that was a lie. We argued too much because we weren’t right for each other.
The Businesswoman’s naturally blonde hair, she told me it was the kind “women kill for.” She struck me as someone who ran track, maybe hurdles, all through high school and college. We saw each other only twice.
Though that word, “alone,” my pumpkin patch, no longer do we even know what it means. Always we are by each other’s side. You are not alone, and I am not alone, when we would ever want to be alone?
12. I’m never sure if I’m using the phrase ‘mutually exclusive’ correctly.
“Good, yeah,” she said, a loose grip on her phone. And the way she held it, it seemed like a weapon.
Kissing can make you believe you are a god.