I dont how I got myself here
It wasnt a conscious decision
I just said Id come with you
I now, I admit to myself my fear
Not of you; you dont scare me
Im afraid of my two opposing sides
Of the side of me I didnt know
Youre gazing out the window, smoking
I cant tell if you care that Im here
You do turn then, and return my glance
A smile; you reach to brush my cheek
The touch so soft and simple
I nod and lean into your hand
You lean toward me, holding my face
The first, slow, perfect kiss
My body turns to meet you
My arms slide up to keep you here
I feel your hand move down
Touching. More than Ive been touched. More.
Touching.
I wake from this daydreamed memory
In the classroom, dozing off again
You text me, a reply to my hesitant question
Yes, I have a girlfriend now
Sorry. I put the phone away.
















Comments
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I know that love is unconditional. But I also know that it can be unpredictable, unexpected, uncontrollable, unbearable and strangely easy to mistake for loathing. -Yvaine, Stardust
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"I'm the monster. I'm the villain. What perfection. What precision! I'm the Repo! Legal assassin!"
-Repo! the Genetic Opera (Nathan/RepoMan)
"Feelings are overrated, if you ask me."
"Beats being an angel."
(Supernatural, 4x10)
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I know that love is unconditional. But I also know that it can be unpredictable, unexpected, uncontrollable, unbearable and strangely easy to mistake for loathing. -Yvaine, Stardust
--
"I'm the monster. I'm the villain. What perfection. What precision! I'm the Repo! Legal assassin!"
-Repo! the Genetic Opera (Nathan/RepoMan)
"Feelings are overrated, if you ask me."
"Beats being an angel."
(Supernatural, 4x10)
--
I know that love is unconditional. But I also know that it can be unpredictable, unexpected, uncontrollable, unbearable and strangely easy to mistake for loathing. -Yvaine, Stardust
--
"I'm the monster. I'm the villain. What perfection. What precision! I'm the Repo! Legal assassin!"
-Repo! the Genetic Opera (Nathan/RepoMan)
"Feelings are overrated, if you ask me."
"Beats being an angel."
(Supernatural, 4x10)
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I want to make something imagined, not recalled? But sometimes everything I write with the threadbare art of my eye seems a snapshot, lurid, rapid, garish, grouped, heightened from life, yet paralyzed by fact. - Epilogue, Robert Lowell
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