Showing posts with label october. Show all posts
Showing posts with label october. Show all posts

Friday, October 3, 2008

i still love you, and i'm not sorry.


it's cold, and i'm so happy. thought i had a clean break, but i'm home again, and i'm happy to be here. my backyard looks like a used palate, and my hands are freezing, even in my coat pockets where you tell me to shove them. i have half the brain to jump ship and swim back up the atlantic, but you'd be my bouy. i hope so, at least.
coast - to - coast.
i'm a little bit taller, i'm a little bit fatter, i'm a little bit smarter, i'm wiser now. three years is a long time, and my hands look older, my laugh lines more refined. my taste, sporadic. my eyes, grounded. my knees, nervous. my heart, flighty; but it descends for you.

Thursday, October 2, 2008

Journal #18. October's insensitivity.

do you remember me? do you think you could still find that mole on my lower back with your eyes closed? could you, please? it's this time of year, it's this month, and look where i am, look at my face. i'm smiling. any other month than this, i wouldn't mind at all. i'd be pleased. i've been pleased, so happy and so clean, without you there. but here i am, back in my parent's house by myself, and it's october again. the smell of the leaves and the dying grass; listen! you can't sneak up on me anymore without that earth crunching beneath your feet. maybe that's a bad thing this time around. after all, i can't ask anything from you.
hey, you remember those songs from a couple months back? they've been on repeat and i don't know why. maybe things will get better again, but i wish you'd been quicker, or i had, or i hadn't locked myself in my own skull and refused to come out. well, we were just little kids back then, and when you tried to put that ring on my finger, it slipped right off, and i left you in the dust, didn't i? i'm sorry, it won't happen again, my knuckles are wider now, but i can't expect you to believe that. well, you can't expect me to believe in you anymore either, so i guess we're even. my hands are up, i give up. look, my gun's on the table and it's not smoking.
well, if you're still afraid of me, i understand. your friends are too, they made up their minds, but really, so did mine. they both tell us the same things these days.
"dont. look at yourself, look at what he did, your eyes are too pretty to salivate."
"look how she lied, she'll lie again, and she'll crush you with everything she owns."
well, scrub me down with bleach if that's what it takes, i won't mind. how do i prove it? do i have to dye my hair, do i have to get contacts, do we have to erase all the love between us? well, that'll never work. we've been trying for years, you couldn't even stand it the last time we touched. but i was clouded by my expectation of the future. no, not in that way, don't you dare. i didn't listen to what you were trying to say, my ears were all closed off and once again, i didn't realize your clever tricks until i was long gone and lagging. remember what you said to me? "I'll wait for you, as the cold rain falls." look at that. now i'm digging myself deeper and i'm lapping up that dirt like i owe my body every pound. but hey, i love sinking when it's with you, baby.