Sorry about lying about the Weekendblog. Too much happened unexpectedly - I'll let the Best Friend fill you in (no matter how embarassing the level of detail he chooses). In the meantime, I'm going to share a piece (I don't feel like the word "poem" ever fits just right) I wrote last night. I don't share this kind of stuff with almost anybody, but I really need to just fucking get over it. So here it is - warts and all.
face up on my upside-down mattress
wishing you were kissing me for real
stupid love song in my head
i'm alone, yet i'm embarrassed
like anyone would care
if they could hear us
in these quiet moments
alone with our ceilings
the burn on my neck is quite as skin deep
as i've let you get to my underneath
if it's important to me
why can't i say it out loud?
what's the worst "no" could do?
would i shatter into pieces -
am i really that weak?
i must think that i am
face up on my right-side-down mattress
thnking about kissing you again
stupid words spinning out of my head
i feel like someone's here with me
like anyone would care
if they could see us
in these quiet moments
naked with our feelings
This post was sponsored by the Turning Red Committee.
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