Musical

I want to turn the music back on, walk once more around the circle, and then shove away the kid who has been hovering over you.

I take it back. You’re not the chair, you’re not the children shoving for a spot, you’re the music, and when he hits the switch I’m left standing, trying to remember the melody.

I don’t like this game. I want to hold your hand, but the ring gets in the way.

-Anon.

Striking

I spent a whole day trying to think of the word that describes you. 

You’re striking.  You’re like a red rose in a bunch of carnations. 

You’re intrepid, like the Star Trek: Voyager, you’re fearless, daring to go where no man has gone before.

You’re alien.  You’re unlike all the rest, strangely beautiful, like the new life form that Captain Kirk always wound up seducing in old episodes of Star Trek.

…I think I’m going to just stick with striking.

-Anon. 

Drift

I can’t quite figure out where we started to drift. I felt it for months before I told you. You are my absolute best friend in the world. It has pained me that you aren’t apart of my life right now but I know that this is what you need. The drugs have taken ahold of your life like they did mine. You stood beside me through it for me and I’m sorry that I stepped away from yours. I beg you to give me my best friend back again. I constantly want to call you but everytime my finger hits your name I realize that I must remain silent for you to figure out what you need to figure out to get out of this addiction. I love you so much. I don’t think you will ever understand how much I love you. I have lost a whole in my heart losing you. I just want to you come back. I want you to be who you were back then. God its going to be the hardest thing ever to not spend our most important Birthdays with you. I just really really need you to figure your life out so we can become friends again.

I love you..

Through it all..

-Anon.

Spring and Skin

It’s too easy to fall in love in the city during Spring—there is too much skin. A small tattoo peaking past a sleeve, a patch of pale skin revealed after months of hibernation.  After months of gray, out come sun dresses and t-shirts and suddenly I realize how beautiful everyone is under their layers of coats and sweaters and hats and scarves. 

 

So I fall in love with you.  And you.  And you.  500 times a day, in parks, on public transit, on sidewalks and stairwells.

 

I wonder if you love me, too?

-Anon.

Spring and Skin

It’s too easy to fall in love in the city during Spring—there is too much skin. A small tattoo peaking past a sleeve, a patch of pale skin revealed after months of hibernation.  After months of gray, out come sun dresses and t-shirts and suddenly I realize how beautiful everyone is under their layers of coats and sweaters and hats and scarves. 

 

So I fall in love with you.  And you.  And you.  500 times a day, in parks, on public transit, on sidewalks and stairwells.

 

I wonder if you love me, too?

-Anon.