Christmas night, 4am
in your room
kissing you, your hand
down my pants

I don't wear deoderant and you smelled
my armpits,
I loved the smell of your breath.

Today I met with someone new
at the coffeeshop;

we had amazing conversation.

He has bad teeth and I don't even care,
he is beautiful.
You met up with us,
and it wasn't akward at all,

you have a girlfriend anyways, right?
Even though you told me
you were lying when you had told me
how much you liked her.

Men are liars,
and my name means truth.

I loved kissing you, though,
I can't lie about that.

But kissing is just kissing
and can't be the sum
of a relationship.

You live in the room that will soon be
next to mine.
I move in two weeks.


You'll never touch me again.

And you'll want to.

12/28/2007

Author's Note: I used to write poetry on this site under a different name, but got too busy...anyone recognize?

Posted on 12/29/2007
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