February 2011
3 posts
You’re still the one I dream of. Who do you dream of?
For I am in love with you, and this is what it is like or what it is like in words.
I exist in two places, here and where you are.
January 2011
1 post
You walk by, and I fall to pieces.
December 2010
1 post
Why do I fall in love with every woman I see who shows me the least bit of attention?
November 2010
1 post
I miss you. It’s been over a year and I still fucking miss you.
August 2010
1 post
Are we in different worlds now?
July 2010
3 posts
My life is now divided into the time before I met you and the time after.
“It was love at first sight, at last sight, at ever and ever sight.”
I hope you don’t look at everyone that way.
June 2010
3 posts
I might as well be reaching for the moon.
If I said that every time I see you, I want to kiss you, I would be lying. Every time I am alive, I want to kiss you.
When you left, it was like my bones had been removed. No one knew why, but I collapsed.
May 2010
7 posts
I want to know if you moved and breathed in the same world with me.
The feeling of your eyes. The warmth on my body.
I don’t tug on her hair the way I tugged on yours.
I would like to be the air that inhabits you for a moment only. I would like to be that unnoticed and that necessary.
I’m jealous of your hairdresser and your book club. And everything else you frequent. Or touch. Or look at.
Your skin is like milk that I want to drink every morning.
Only a few things could open me. But you knew them all.
April 2010
7 posts
1 tag
You’re dressed up. I lose my grip, my focus.
I have stitched up holes in my jeans and you have perfectly seamed jackets and bright painted nails and fancy strapped shoes and long straight hair and dark perfect eyes and pink glossed lips and, and, and…and..
You looked older in the sunlight.
I’m really tired of missing you.
So I threw on a scarf and a sweater and tried to say a goodbye that meant come back again.
I want you every second and every hour of the day, yet I am being slowly and inexorably tied to somebody else. Sometimes I am flooded by an agony of physical longing for you, a craving for your nearness and your touch. At other times, I feel I should be quite content if I could only hear the sound of your voice. I try so hard to imagine your lips ...
I fall in love with you every minute. Turning the corner and our eyes meet. Where you been, darling? Where you been? I’ve been holding this moment for you.
You are intoxicating. Like smoke, I want to inhale you.
March 2010
9 posts
Did you hear the things that my eyes were saying to you? “What’s it like being a character in a dream,” they asked, “Because I’m definitely not awake right now.”
You’re like a beautiful melody, telling me terrible things.
Come back from the snowstorm and kiss me. I’ve stopped smoking.
It must be love if I can forgive you for constantly wearing those horrid UGGs.
I look for your face wherever I go.
Only to be confronted by your absence.
There seems to be an inverse proportion of the smallness of our acquaintance to the hole left in my heart.
I was so full of butterflies. Girl, you were full of charm.
My explosion in the sky.
You were my first breath after a long coma. I’ll always remember you as my favorite time of the day.
You have no idea how much I burn for you.
I took it like a grown man crying on the pavement, hoping you would show your face. But I haven’t heard a thing you’ve said in at least a couple hundred days. What’d you say?
February 2010
3 posts
“My heart beats through my entire body and is conscious only of you. I belong to...”
1 tag
b: You've ruined my life.
a: You'll get over it.
January 2010
11 posts
1 tag
I can’t count to all the lovers I’ve burned through, so why do I now burn for you?
I miss your pretty face and your mixed signals.
a: Why do you look so sad?
b: Because you speak to me in words and I look at you with feelings.
They gave me a medal for dreaming of you.
I have some words set aside especially for you.
Does your heart echo like a hall cause there’s no one there at all?
I can’t stop talking to my friends about you. I can’t stop talking to myself about you. I. can’t. stop.
I thought I had never instantly loved a face more, and I also felt that I wanted to live in her bed, next to her.
Here’s the plan:
I take you out to dinner.
You take me back to your place.
We grow old together.
a: I thought I could keep my feelings for you as background noise. But in time and in absence, that noise has gotten...
b: Loud?
a: Deafening.
Your bony spine. Your freckled shoulders. Your mac & cheese. My heart is beating. You exhaust me.