For all the nervous handshaking, broken eye contact, and voiceless after-dinner walks, it is worth it. At last, you and I, kissing in vanilla moonlight and not giving a damn about the other’s backstory. This late evening I reflect in the green of your eyes while overhead the lilac ceiling moves quietly by.
There are three other words as fulfilling and intimate as “I love you.” They are often overlooked for the more palatable, strawberry-marmalade sentimentality of the later. “I miss you” expresses humility and affection: it speaks to the letter-reader in a tender discourse that no Valentine’s will ever equal. To love, one fauns the physical and mental touch, but to miss is to admit the annihilated heaven of another’s absence. I do not want boys to love me, but I do need them to miss me (and I miss them).
The Cardigans - I Need Some Fine Wine And You, You Need To Be Nicer
The white white robin’s egg
Speckled in poppy red spurts
How did u spill so much?
I am not balanced, I tilt in
The spout drilled into the
Left ear works too well; all
Savage spout that cannot shut
Or drip, only cascade forth the
Unhinge the jaw and let the tongue
Lick the wound; bright pink crater
In my flesh
Are the king’s men needed?
Hysterical pack that will only
Pretty thing you once were
Pretty thing you are no more
Pretty pointless thing unadored
Anonymous said: You make me smile.
You make me hard :-)
Anonymous said: What do you do if you feel like nothing
When I feel like nothing I do nothing and at some point I will take a bath or bake a cake or invite a friend to coffee or listen to 1960s girl group music
Anonymous said: Who inspires you?
Plath, Fitzgerald, myself