Damnit. by Becca Kinser
That morning, I woke up to Cody standing over me, shaking his head, holding a warm washcloth in his hand, saying, Just think. Youre the one who didnt have anything to drink.
I fell asleep in my jeans.
I was wearing the same boring long sleeved top I wore the night before.
I smelled like a strange mixture between a bar fight and a new car with that unmistakable, clean-leather smell lingering on the back of my shirt.
I sounded like a tuberculosis ward.
Forcing myself up, I looked into the mirror and decided that yes, the bags under my eyes are permanent and no, it is not the fault of my goddamn hour of R.E.M. The migraine between my eyes was telling me that I might as well have a hangover. But thats what you get, you know, when you think yourself into exhaustion. That and a bold black X on your cheek because youre under eighteen and you fell asleep on your hand, you dumb ass. Note to self: learn to use a sink. At this point I just thank Cody for the washcloth and apologize for sleeping diagonally across the bed.
February 11th, I was practically praying for rain and that the sunset would be breathtaking even though I wouldnt be outside to see it.
I needed the wind to be blowing towards the south and my eyes to be bluer than theyd ever been before.
I prayed he would have a flaw.
Just one.
I needed a copy of How to Kiss the Best Person Youve Ever -Not- Met in Your Life For Dummies. And if no one had written that one yet, I needed them to step it up because I had about ten minutes to figure it out.
This is already too long. I should have already mentioned that we left early and that theres no such thing as a decent place to park when you just want to be alone anymore. And that even when it starts to seem like youre the only two people within a 50 mile radius, the bright street light shining through the condensation on the windows is rather rude about waking you up. That kissing him felt like breathing and all I had to do was memorize how many times he'd been the reason to push myself through another day and kiss him the way I always wanted to but never had the chance.
If it wasnt in my nature to be entirely taciturn, I would have told him to his face that his eyes make me feel a goddamn puddle. That I love his smile more than I love autumn. That Im sorry and I cant seem to pull myself together because Im normally much better at this, I swear, but you make me feel like a fumbling child.
Youre going to be the one who makes me wish I was unbreakable. Invincible. Ignorant as hell. Because I can tell
That this time, its actually going to hurt.
Because youre everything that I was afraid you would be.
Because youre perfect.
02/12/2007
Posted on 02/12/2007 Copyright © 2024 Becca Kinser
Member Comments on this Poem |
Posted by Morgan D Hafele on 03/24/07 at 08:50 AM you always take my breath away becca, you are so freaking incredible i don't even know where to start... i guess i'll start right here, amazing and so much more than that... i wish i had words that could do you, and your writing justice. |
Posted by Paul Marino on 07/31/10 at 07:58 PM i like it ending at hurt. but i love this a lot. |
Posted by Ava Blu on 11/11/11 at 05:20 AM This reads more like a journal entry. I think it could benefit from major editing because you seem to have left out a few words. Your line-breaks seem a bit out of place to me but perhaps that was intended. I like that you use the word "taciturn". I also like the line "You're going to be the one who makes me wish I was unbreakable." |
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