this ones for you
patheticall i miss andy because the past four days i have been curled into him, into my bed, cruising in his car, going to parks, taking pictures. yadda yadda yadda. dating things.
it was nice to always have someone to hold my hand, though i don't think i held his much. just the idea that it was there was comforting. mainly i just lean my body into him, or hang onto his neck while he drags me along because i'm "that kind of person."
he planned a dream date for me this weekend filled with the embassy suite and medieval times but had to cancel it because of the five hundred dollar bill we racked up while he was in jamiaca.
i am heartbroken, but of course understand.
actually it was my idea.
i entered four poems into an anthology at DePaul and am praying i get published. i wrote one about my dad it goes like this:
what my father once told me (on why he works)
Sometimes
when the ice sticks
to my windshield
and the car’s bones rattle
from frozen metal
i look to the east,
the cold burning my eyes,
and say
“this one’s for you”
and carry on.
he actually said this ones for you lovie but no one would understand that, and its more personal. anyways. i don't think its that great, but i like it because its one of the first positive poems i've written about my dad,ever.
when andy finally loads the pictures of us at the parks i'll post some of them. theres one i really love. god i miss that kid.
i also miss shelley but thats a whole other story.
and sleep overs and driving around with the girls screaming my lungs out or just really having "the girls."
it was nice to always have someone to hold my hand, though i don't think i held his much. just the idea that it was there was comforting. mainly i just lean my body into him, or hang onto his neck while he drags me along because i'm "that kind of person."
he planned a dream date for me this weekend filled with the embassy suite and medieval times but had to cancel it because of the five hundred dollar bill we racked up while he was in jamiaca.
i am heartbroken, but of course understand.
actually it was my idea.
i entered four poems into an anthology at DePaul and am praying i get published. i wrote one about my dad it goes like this:
what my father once told me (on why he works)
Sometimes
when the ice sticks
to my windshield
and the car’s bones rattle
from frozen metal
i look to the east,
the cold burning my eyes,
and say
“this one’s for you”
and carry on.
he actually said this ones for you lovie but no one would understand that, and its more personal. anyways. i don't think its that great, but i like it because its one of the first positive poems i've written about my dad,ever.
when andy finally loads the pictures of us at the parks i'll post some of them. theres one i really love. god i miss that kid.
i also miss shelley but thats a whole other story.
and sleep overs and driving around with the girls screaming my lungs out or just really having "the girls."