1. 22:11 28th Aug 2010

    Notes: 7

    Tags: my poetry

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    you tell yourself, this is the right thing to do, this is what will make me happy, happy like cotton candy lining my cheeks and the pink staining my wisdom teeth, coloring my intelligence, making it naive, soft, malleable. like your voice when you say my name and i imagine you stretching your arms above your head and your shirt sneaking up your stomach, your hip bones peeking out, playful, hard. and i want to put my lips on them and rest my head on your stomach and hear your heart pound like children’s fists on the dinner table when they’re waiting for ice cream. i wonder if i’m like ice cream to you; the prize at the end of the meal, soft and cool; something to be devoured. it’s what i have to tell myself to raise my head from my pillow and clean up under my eyes and giggle when the boys walk by me and smile because this is how people move on, this is how you find yourself, this is what it’s like to be alone but no one tells you what it’s like to be alone and feel like you’re together and suddenly be alone and feel like you lost what you didn’t have, like losing the dessert at the end of your dinner.

     
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