Movements by Anastasia SelbyChristmas 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 Copyright © 2025 Anastasia Selby
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