Flying home, feeling cocky having survived the apocalypse, I found myself battling the constant urge to sleep through every important moment. To be fair, I was more wishing that I would find the motivation to battle this enticing little nymph, and his alluring eyes, following behind me in that spot behind a person where one almost sees ( Read more... )

i wonder if you've kept our dirty little secret. when i finally open that envelope i wonder what i'll think of our time apart. mostly i wonder: when i finally make my escape will i still see you in every kitchen boy's eyes.

"Excuse me! Miss, pardon me." He had drawn me out of the dream I had sunken into, "how much would it cost to buy a Cigarette?" I offered him my pack. As I did I felt him looking right where my eyes would be. "Girl, you look depressed as hell." I looked up just in time to catch him discovering that smirk you taught me to use in lieu of a smile. " ( Read more... )

maybe two weeks ago. slammed.
unimportant but pressing. "hey, man. what can i get for ya?"
your eyes looked back at me. you told me once
that the two of you were similar. strikingly so.
his eyes looked less empty then the way you looked through me.
that, i guess, was striking.

missed the fighting words that led to this situation
sought the clearance. now i'll fall from the onset,
could a river really be loved? and when is it time
for flight. Goodnight, tiny city. i loved you sober.

"now i finally understand:
jesus is like every man.
He's tells you what you want to hear
'til you fall in love
and he disappears."