i'm sad you left when you did
because i was just about to tell you everything
i was going to tell you that i love the taste of your mouth after you smoke
i was going to tell you that i didn't really like that band as much as you did
i was going to tell you that i hate hiking
more than anything
i was going to tell you about the time i drove to Portland in one day just to get a donut
i was going to tell you that at night i wonder if you talk in your sleep
i was going to tell you why i was always hesitant to talk to you in the halls
i was going to tell you that you look sexiest in a white tee and black skinny jeans
i was going to tell you that i love you
but you walked away before i could utter a word
and now these words seem meaningless yet i want to hold onto them
but i can't
i have to let them go
because you left too soon
Who are you because i like your writing
ReplyDeleteI am also curious as to who you are. And like Erin said, "The summer blog list is making me smile so far, and I wish all of you with the pen names would trust us enough to tell us your names, but I guess that'll come with time."
ReplyDeleteI am also curious as to who you are. And like Erin said, "The summer blog list is making me smile so far, and I wish all of you with the pen names would trust us enough to tell us your names, but I guess that'll come with time."
ReplyDeleteGosh darnit, sorry for the double comment.
Delete"at night i wonder if you talk in your sleep."
ReplyDeleteI don't know why I loved this so much. I guess it's the small things that make people, people you know?
I like your writing.
This was probably the most perfect thing I have read in a long time.
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