When will I stop feeling like a comma?
For the last couple of months, I've been going through men like some women go through shoes. I'm shopping around, trying each out for size, not pausing unless one feels like a good fit. Trevor... he feels like he fits pretty damn well, from what I've seen. Last night was good. But there's still something that seems not-quite-right. A pinch, or a slightly slipping heel. Something's off, but it's so minuscule that I'm tempted to buy it anyways. I think I might just be afraid. I'm sure for a while I'll keep trying other men on for size, just in case. I need some distraction (or is it destruction?)
Ever since I read the comma quote (A girl becomes a comma like that, wrong boy after wrong boy; she becomes a pause, something quick before the real thing.) I've been thinking about people and punctuation and life.
I've been a comma for many men. My life in general feels like a run-on sentence, with no real climax or finality. I want something to feel strong and sure, like the end of a well written paragraph. I'd even settle for the period at the end of a sentence. I just want to feel complete for a moment in time. I'm forever feeling incomplete,
Ever since I read the comma quote (A girl becomes a comma like that, wrong boy after wrong boy; she becomes a pause, something quick before the real thing.) I've been thinking about people and punctuation and life.
I've been a comma for many men. My life in general feels like a run-on sentence, with no real climax or finality. I want something to feel strong and sure, like the end of a well written paragraph. I'd even settle for the period at the end of a sentence. I just want to feel complete for a moment in time. I'm forever feeling incomplete,