when private things. become. almost public.

[thamyriself]

when people say something, somethings.
that make your stomach turns
in that
blushed-cheeks
one-glass-of-wine
smell-of-cotton-candy
orgasm
watching-sunrises
perfectly-fitting-thrift-store-shirt
m.d.m.a.-first-hits-you
hearing-one-say-"you're-beautiful"
kind of way.
and although their thoughts
which evoked such a response were private
meant for your eyes
your ears
your flesh
you wish it could be broacasted across the city
on any and all radio stations
all local tv, and maybe even HBO.
and you know fully well, most people
even those who know you,
would shrug their shoulders, roll their eyes, gasp in annoyance
and walk away...
but it wouldn;t matter.
because your wine glass would be full,
blushing your cheeks
the wind would hold a hint of warmed sugar
the sun rise would glisten from your eyes
and you'd surpass any mood mdma could afford to provide.

and you would know...they would know.
you're beautiful.