I have a tendency to collect things that other people wouldn't//things that have fallen out of books, drunken memories, torn diary pages, bent pictures, dirty looks//love notes and paintings i have painted and can't let go of.
I collect all the words you've given me since we met one night in February years ago already and tuck them away//all the looks and sighs/all of your blinks and breathy, sleepy movements in the 4 am hour.
I'll keep them all in a tiny marble box with a quote about to brevity of life etched on top.

I'll collect more tomorrow, and if I am so lucky, the day after that too. And since I'm the girl you've chosen to sleep beside, I'll tuck you in and myself against you before I fall asleep.

09/08/2009

Author's Note: things are getting better. too bad my writing isn't. bleh :(

Posted on 09/08/2009
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