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Saturday, 23 February 2013

  • want to hear something silly?

    those mornings
    when i wake up
    and the sunlight's
    reaching through the window

    i travel back in time

    it's just a flash
    half a second, really

    but again
    i am in your bed
    my bare shoulder
    pressed
    between your shoulder blades

    my fingers
    tracing circles
    in the hair of your legs

     

    i'll always remember

    the feeling of my smile
    as you'd turn around

    and wrap
    your arms around me

    to pull me in closer

     

Tuesday, 02 October 2012

  • I'm 22. I know I'm ridiculous for thinking about how old-looking I've gotten. But I'm looking back at old pictures in my freshman year of college, and I think, "Where has all the time gone? How did we grow up so fast? Is it all going to keep racing forward?"

    I was reading over my old posts, angsting about school, this stupid boy, thinking about how I'd always be stuck in the same place, and trying to coach myself out of it. It all feels so...empty. All this worrying, for what? All this time wasted to be where I am now? I see then and the "hard" decisions I was trying to make, and it just feels so easy to say, "You should've done this" and it's so tempting to slap my past self in the face and scream, "He didn't care, they didn't care, you didn't care--shape up!"

    How many times, at how many stops, will I look back on my life and feel disgusted with myself?

     

Sunday, 30 September 2012

  • Sometimes I forget all of your history. I forget that, unlike me, you have higher priorities, more complicated problems. That you have a past longer than mine, that even though I've traveled more countries than you have, you've experienced more. That you've had at least 10 jobs whereas I've only really had three. That you are responsible for more than yourself.

    And when I take that step out of our relationship, I get scared. We fit in all of our small ways--we like the same shows, we have the same kind of humor, we value the same things, we love the other's cooking, we communicate well, you love the feel of my hands sifting in your hair, and I love your warm palms on my knees. But it becomes clearer that I am not what you are looking for.

    I want to be happy with you. I am happy with you. But I am waiting by the side, observing and placing bets on how much longer we will go on before we get to the inevitable end.

Monday, 23 July 2012

  • i can't stand your admonishments

    i feel guilty for being who i am
    "uncontrollable," "spastic"

    who do you want from me?

    you see this woman in your head
    you mature me when you envision me
    confident, shiny hair, secretive smile
    like from a magazine

    a step that lights the ground
    understanding, carefully thought

    but i'm still a girl
    who forgets to brush her hair in the morning

    i haven't quite found the right tongue
    to voice all my thoughts
    and it can't catch the ones
    pushing against my lips

    i'm not properly jaded
    i am the pale, unwanted green
    that gives back your reflection

     

    you'll see your dreams
    and mistake them for me.

Tuesday, 17 July 2012

  • twist for me she says

    immediately my arms reach up
    twining around each other
    my fingers interlacing
    my eyes cast down

    nothing satisfactory
    but abject submission

    a suppressed smile
    pointing of my toes
    i am the cheshire cat

     

    take what you want
    i will always find ways
    to give more

Wednesday, 15 February 2012

  •  

    you ran your hands up my legs
    as i put my face on for you
    my hands in my hair
    sliding down my sides
    swaying my hips

    flitting between shy and coy
    the way you loved me,
    performing for you

    a different person
    same body,
    without the fuss

    you always did like pretend
    more than you enjoyed us,
    preferring to play with me,
    your little dancer

    than acknowledge my dimensions

     

    you could never
    love me wholly like i needed you to

     

     

Sunday, 12 February 2012

  • naive little girl
    paints her face
    plays dress-up

    stares in the mirror
    convincing herself she's pretty

    that this, alone,
    makes her worthy of being loved

    that with each layer
    she'll become more beautiful

    insecurities will be obscured,
    a woman will emerge

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