a little poetry about sunday
i spent sunday with a person i like. i hate that i create these romantic fantasies. i had danced with him at c street for a while on saturday night but then he just left abruptly without telling me. i was pretty upset because i had planned on walking home with him.
i actually woke up sunday really depressed and sad and confused and angry. i even made a couple of weepy calls to my closest friends just to remind myself that i am not in fact alone. and then he called me and suggested we hang out but i was really scared he just wanted to see me so he can dump me in person.
but it went really well. he brought me to a his special hide out in the woods and we actually wrote in our journals for like hours! and he wrote a poem that he shared with me afterward. he told me a lot of personal stuff that made me feel honored. it was actually quite wonderful and i have to remember that i had a wonderful time with him even if that's all we end up having.
i tried to write a poem but everything sounded so damned trite. i friends-locked the thing. and it's not in the poetry filter so all my friends can see it. it feels so insufficient but i still think there's something there worth saving. whatever.
i actually woke up sunday really depressed and sad and confused and angry. i even made a couple of weepy calls to my closest friends just to remind myself that i am not in fact alone. and then he called me and suggested we hang out but i was really scared he just wanted to see me so he can dump me in person.
but it went really well. he brought me to a his special hide out in the woods and we actually wrote in our journals for like hours! and he wrote a poem that he shared with me afterward. he told me a lot of personal stuff that made me feel honored. it was actually quite wonderful and i have to remember that i had a wonderful time with him even if that's all we end up having.
i tried to write a poem but everything sounded so damned trite. i friends-locked the thing. and it's not in the poetry filter so all my friends can see it. it feels so insufficient but i still think there's something there worth saving. whatever.