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The Journal of Emily Davidson how he and me used to be.
06/20/2004 03:33 a.m.
something senimental, edited slightly:
me to he:
our current love ratio
is a thousand to three,
i've hugged you more times than you have
even looked at me.
but i don't mind because i know that
being held by you means more
when it happens less
all i ever do
is make myself laugh
and you hate me for that.
but sometimes, i love you
for hating me
all your clothes look better on you
than they ever could on me
but that's something we've both learned to laugh about
we'll stay up until 5am
untiloursentencesgetconnectedandjumbled
every day i hope a little more
that you won't hate me tomorrow
or give me one of those
"i'm-smiling-because-i-have-to" smiles
but whether we're talking in stupid lovesick voices
or pretending that we're "going steady"
i will always love you.
he: emily. that was the greatest thing in the fucking world.
me: haha, are you mocking me?
he: no, not at all. that was really really sweet... made me smile alot.
me: it took extra super heart. now i have like, a missing right ventricle... hahahaha!
he: HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA... i love you.
he to me:
with your satin ribbon interlocked between your satin fingers
and your "i-know-im-staring-into-space-and-i-really-think-they-believe-im-not-thinking-about-anything" kinda stares
and my "i-know-im-ripping-off-emily's-poetry-style" kinda lines
i still love you
with your passion fruit smile
that seems to come crashing down
after one second
you better know i still love you
and when i stare back
into your sunburst eyes
even when i dont want to go steady
you better always remember that i love you
me: that made me melt. i love youuuuu sooo much.
he: i love you soooo much too, emily.
I am currently Sad
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