June 2009
1 post
#4
dear girl, only we could get cold feet walking on coals. and i guess i’ve done a pretty good job of letting you know i’ll always be around because i guess that means you never have to be. but, hey, misundertood is so vintage me. they say the ringing in your ears is the sound of you losing the ability to hear that frequency. well, my ears are ringing and my phone isn’t. you...
May 2009
3 posts
#3
dear girl, you say you read me like a book, but i read you like a warning label. it is ridiculous how you take advantage of me. i can’t sleep, calculating how many days i can stand not to call you for not calling me back, or how many times i should let the phone ring to make you sweat, or how many minutes i should let you keep me on hold, and all this phone math that doesn’t even...
#2
dear girl, these letters could stop if only you’d answer my calls consistently. why can’t you miss me like i miss meals and showers? do you ever think faster than you can type? me neither. i just wonder if firefighters ever use cherry pickers for their namesake. and why they don’t make punching bags that punch back. and why you (say you) love me. and other thoughts that...
#1
dear girl,
i am thinking at a million miles per minute. my thoughts are spilling like melted ice cream avalanches dripping down my fingers before i can lick them off the cone. we are not each other. we are not even each other’s sober idea of love. you’re in love with who you think i am. and i’m in love with how you’ll never know it. i’m in love with how you’ll...