Tommy
lustful exuberance
the sexy girl too damaged to hold
a breath of anxiety, a smile of quirk,

Amanda
obsession, thoughts that never ended
a slow whimper, as I gave her up i clenched for so long, my fingers
formed claws, even after I let her go, they held her form

Missy
the first, maybe the best, maybe the most naive
sweet, a saccharine of nostalgic ache.

Colleen
a chaos like oil in a pond
unpredictable colors, waves of emotion
I breathed in the heady scent of the moment, then exhaled

Jaime
the parent, older wiser, more committed
a surrender to safety and comfort
I didn't surrender

Melissa
a love I couldn't return
a friendship confused, and betrayed
trust, once broken, is it rebuild-able?

09/29/2009

Author's Note: Not sure if it is exactly fair to distill my relationships down to little three line poems. I dont expect them to be taken seriously. This is just thoughts that come in the middle of the night when sleep decides not to bother.

Posted on 09/29/2009
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