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What I want is to be needed. What I need is to be indispensable to somebody. Who I need is somebody that will eat up all my free time, my ego, my attention. Somebody addicted to me. A mutual addiction. Growing up isn't about finding who you are, it's about creating yourself. I will never regret my past, even if it haunts me - I just don't want to die without any scars.

Thursday, February 25, 2010

My Observation

Will you notice?
Mile after mile, I second guess it all.
I picked up the glass and put the dishes in the sink.
Every mile is settling between us - just another barrier.
I put our pictures face down and collected my clothes from the floor.

I noticed.
I saw everything -
65 freckles on your shoulders
12 on your face.

I made sure the door was shut all the way.
In case you wake -
I left the hallway light on.
I don't know if you'll notice at all.

Wednesday, February 24, 2010

Apology

Introduction:
I'll start with a warning to the cliche motivations I may say in my final letter to you.

Dear summer,

The sun didn't shine much, but I really didn't mind.
The rain rarely came to an end, but I enjoyed it.
My time was usually spent inside, I hated it.
10 to 7 was religious - I am agnostic.
I found new habits, gave up on old ones.
I realized my dog will always love me - even more than he will ever love himself.
I jumped off bridges in search of true friends.
I spent hours in parking lots observing the world pass by.
I stumbled my way to the hospital on occasion.
I stared at the beauty of the gray and white paint.
I ran fast, I ran far. I ran with her - she carried me on her back.

I was slapped in the face by reality.

These months were nothing but time wasted away,
Until you came into town.
It didn't take long - it seemed like no time at all -
My world had stopped.
You were the sky - purple, orange, and blue.
You were the bird - impossible to catch.
You were the painting - oblivious for hours.
I wanted to be apart of you - apart of your symphony.
Blame it on the wind - I'm sorry I got carried away.

Sincerely,
Unrequited Love

I Am

I am a woman.
I am a misguided woman.
I am a wild woman.
I am a tough woman.
I am a scattered woman.
I am a focused woman.
I am a flying woman.
I am a free woman.
I am a curious woman.
I am a gypsy woman.
I am a red-lipstick woman.
I am a desperate woman.
I am a needy woman.
I am a mysterious woman.
I am a clever woman.
I am a sassy woman.
I am an animal-loving woman.
I am a sensual woman.
I am a swimming woman.
I am a bird woman.
I am a captured woman.
I am a poor woman.
I am a lying woman.
I am a redheaded woman.
I am a black-shoes woman.
I am a proud woman.
I am a shy woman.
I am a freckled woman.
I am a glass woman.
I am an oblivious woman.
I am an opinionated woman.
I am a woman.

Thursday, February 18, 2010

Had

Let me tell you something:

In this littered world -
If you are beautiful, you will be used.
You will be found,
You will be wanted,
You will be had,
You will be forgotten.
No one looks twice at trash as it decomposes into dirt.

There wasn't a breeze, I was shaking from fear of the truth.
I'm sorry if I woke you.

Every way I turn, I catch your scent.
I'm consumed by the eerie touch you left on my hotel sheets.

Tuesday, February 16, 2010

You'll Be Just Fine

Concentrate -
Stay still, keep silent.
Hold your breath -
And slowly release.
Concentrate -
You'll be just fine.

Don't let yourself be defeated,
Don't let yourself be consumed.
You're better than this.

Don't shake,
Don't dare let him see you tremble -
You are no weak.

Take cover -
He's a threat, an enemy.
This has become a battle,
A war.
This fire is approaching.

You can feel it now,
It's slowly rising -
From your toes to your knees,
It's quickly approaching with poor warning.

It hits your heart - grabs and tears.
Your throat begins to swell,
There is no air left.

You're defenseless now -
You're showing off your vulnerability as your chin begins to dimple.
It hits your freckled nose,
Triggering it to flare.
It creeps slowly to prolong the agony -
How sweet.

Next comes the burning -
The blurred vision.

Gone for Days

Tonight, I run.
Save your call, there is no need for a search party -
This wasn't abandonment, this was escape.
The freckled sky will light my way -
I suspect I'll be gone for days.

Tonight, I fall.
More of a victory than a loss -
My body tingles, telling me thank you -
I may be blind, but I can feel the way.
I figure I'll be gone for days.

Tonight, I fly.
I soar higher, steadily pass the light.
No, this is not impossible -
Tonight I have made the impossible possible.
I will be gone for days.

Tonight, I am gone.
I've made my final escape,
Without a conscious look back.
My body quickly adapts to the leave,
It has all kicked in.
Tonight, I am gone.

Curls

Pigtail curls - red and blonde,
Sliding all over the kitchen floor with our socks too big for out little feet.
Mama wasn't home.

He was always a clever one-
Imagination was seen with every blink.
He often tested the water - this time would be no different:

He would be a barber today -
"Short or long?" was his only inquiry.
Although young, I trusted him.

As the sheers began to cut,
Red hair began to fall like snow.
Curl after curl, it all fell silently
Until he was finished with his creation.

Back to the kitchen we went,
To slip and slide with our socks too big.
When Mama finally came home -
She cried.