and they lived happily ever after
I met her sometimes last thursday, watching her comb her hair on a park bench.
hey, you're beautiful. hi. what's going on?
i fall in love.
"don't love me" she says, so i
build my love in the dirt, a hole, so that she can't find it. she does, and smiles like a teacher.
"be careful about who you love," she says, so i then
try to look at architecture for ideas on how to be safe.
a girl has a sandcastle across the street from me. looks safe.
so i build my love out of tall sticks to keep bad things out.
she gets upset and tells me how fast it will catch fire.
"never love stupidly," she says with melted popsicle eyes.
so i put a moat around it.
she can swim, though, so, she says,
"love me with all of you, don't hold back"
so i asked her to move in and she said no.
"love me more and i might."
i covered my house in diamonds, made it taller, grander, without boundary.
it gleamed in the sunlight, the most beautiful thing, shining wonderful all over the grass
bigger and better than any sandcastle.
"don't love me so shallowly!" she screams, diamonds melting from her eyes now
i realise that i must be doing this all wrong. maybe the first time was better
she was smiling, then.
so i dug a hole under the castle, filled it with trinkets and security blankets
old photographs and teasets.
she sighs.
"let's just start over, try this love thing out again."
i tore it all down and buried it after burning it. sat on the hill i made, and loved her.
she seemed better.
"love me forever, like you'll always protect me."
i built my love out bricks and bones and blood, told her i'd love her forever if she'd just let me.
the girl was patient and clumsy and swayed back and forth like a rocking horse.
"i don't love you."
i sat in my house for a while. a weeks later, she knocked on my door, burnt and wet, covered in dirt and diamonds, splinters in her hair.
"love me," she begged, sobbing. "love me, love me!"
i walked outside, and she breathed in hope, but i smiled like a principal, telling her that a detention was in order.
"i don't love you," said i. my house disappears again and
across the street, i can see a sandcastle crumbling
washing away with all the water.
hey, you're beautiful. hi. what's going on?
i fall in love.
"don't love me" she says, so i
build my love in the dirt, a hole, so that she can't find it. she does, and smiles like a teacher.
"be careful about who you love," she says, so i then
try to look at architecture for ideas on how to be safe.
a girl has a sandcastle across the street from me. looks safe.
so i build my love out of tall sticks to keep bad things out.
she gets upset and tells me how fast it will catch fire.
"never love stupidly," she says with melted popsicle eyes.
so i put a moat around it.
she can swim, though, so, she says,
"love me with all of you, don't hold back"
so i asked her to move in and she said no.
"love me more and i might."
i covered my house in diamonds, made it taller, grander, without boundary.
it gleamed in the sunlight, the most beautiful thing, shining wonderful all over the grass
bigger and better than any sandcastle.
"don't love me so shallowly!" she screams, diamonds melting from her eyes now
i realise that i must be doing this all wrong. maybe the first time was better
she was smiling, then.
so i dug a hole under the castle, filled it with trinkets and security blankets
old photographs and teasets.
she sighs.
"let's just start over, try this love thing out again."
i tore it all down and buried it after burning it. sat on the hill i made, and loved her.
she seemed better.
"love me forever, like you'll always protect me."
i built my love out bricks and bones and blood, told her i'd love her forever if she'd just let me.
the girl was patient and clumsy and swayed back and forth like a rocking horse.
"i don't love you."
i sat in my house for a while. a weeks later, she knocked on my door, burnt and wet, covered in dirt and diamonds, splinters in her hair.
"love me," she begged, sobbing. "love me, love me!"
i walked outside, and she breathed in hope, but i smiled like a principal, telling her that a detention was in order.
"i don't love you," said i. my house disappears again and
across the street, i can see a sandcastle crumbling
washing away with all the water.