1. 20:35 6th Sep 2010

    Tags: my poetry

    how to structure a love story, part 2

    pretty girls fall in love with boys before they fall in love with themselves, drifting in and out of sun-licked afternoons like morning-dreams flickering in and out of evening boredom. they think, i need to learn to love my uneven thighs and the scabs on my elbows and the way i snort every third time i giggle. they sit in front of the mirror and brush their hair out not because they want the boys who sit behind them in class to notice the way it shines almost white under the flourescent lights but because they want it feel soft between their own fingers while they drift off in class, lost in more morning-dreams - for a few days. then beautiful boys speak up from the back of the room or glance at them in the cafeteria and their breath catches and they think, no no, this is it, this is true love. this is what i’ve been waiting for, i can’t miss out! - and at night when they’re curled in their beds like soil beneath flowers the thought comes back - what if i’m not ready? what if he can’t love me before i love myself? but, like farmers, they finger the damp, cool thoughts and plow them deeper until the boy himself uncovers them with his long, thin hands.