3 Daze Of Rayne

you are what i think of when i think of
slow-dancing in a warm living room,
romantic motown providing the soundtrack to
a blizzard in a picture window.
when i think of the human definition of
forever,
i think of you. of companionship, friendship,
honesty, and the ability to
be comfortable, the safety to allow them and
to trust you to not crush them and
all the variables of my person that are fragile.
you are the one
i want to feel warm against until i’m stone cold.
i love you. i love you despite cynicism, sarcasm
a day-and-age fueled by machinery
and instant gratification. you are the only thing
worth waiting for. without hope or agenda.
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i don’t want to write the greatest love story
of my life with pens and space bars.
i want to write it with mouths and hands.
conversation is punctuation. we’re crafted
with lines between us but the margins
are there for us to fill together.
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take back whatever i said on thanksgiving.
i’m thankful for netflix, tivo, and
my eating disorder. friends and parents are
why i shouldn’t, and these are
why i don’t
but i always want to.
self-destruction is distraction.
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another christmas season passes and i have
loved no one on the ice. i’m not saying
life should be a movie but
a picture-perfect moment here and there
wouldn’t hurt.
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and i hope she’ll be a fool-
that’s the best thing a girl can be in this world,
a beautiful little fool.
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you always let me down.