September 2009
10 posts
my messy mind
sleeps under your piano
and you think you’re alone
so you make something beautiful
for the silence
dedicated to me.
dreamt quick and dreamt dully. spoke loud, then spoke fully. mumbled my name and through my teeth, i became happy in the waters that consumed my shame.
the car ride home is heavy when you’re alone. and i am a tired teenage waste spoke in a lonesome tone.
no candles, no hands just the incessant skin to skin and my name over and over and over again.
usually i think about you- the 2 cup mornings and fuzzy afternoons
and then i walk away-
and hate the things i say.
my head beats a busy tune and the night sits patiently on my tongue pressed into the back of my teeth your teeth, and good god the way you feel before you walk away have i ever felt heavier?
“i know i say that i’m just fine, but i hope you wonder from time to time”
i need coffee in the morning. it certainly does not taste like waking up in blankets with you but when my chest beats, warm and happy in the a.m. it sometimes feels the same.