you
I wanted to get away from words running out of my mouth and on to deaf ears. Each time the word "love" dropped from my tongue, it fell to the ground and stuck like gum. You pretended to hear me but you don't answer my calls or my words or my kisses. Allowing me to speak knowing you won't hear me freed up a bit of my heart. Silence is quite the fix for a over-eager heart.
I'd fight you if I thought it was worth the struggle. I am stronger than I act -- my eyes are weak, but I can still look away. You wrestles my heart to the mat. And hold for 10.
My skin peeled back after you praised -- I love you like melted ice.
I want to dance as if I never knew you. Lifting my heels and toes, my heart lightens and skips with me. Only hornets and wasps touch me -- you cannot stop me.
Cat scratch fever makes me fall in love with you. My kitten's claws dig into my palm and I feel my heart race. You see me wince and turn away. I know it is too late. I've fallen for you and that damned cat.
You say I have no manners.
I feel awkward around you when you look at me with ennuye. Others become bored when they see your vacant eyes. I wish I wasn't the only one who was enchanted.
Sometimes I pretend that i'm invisible and that is why you don't talk to me. I have an glass plane and a golden lasso. If I wrap you in the lasso, will you truthfully tell me that you don't know if I'm there? If I ride in the plane, will you watch me fly away?
Boys don't cry and neither do I. I saw that movie about love sickness, but instead of tears I choked on the word "love." I'd never seen "love" used that way. Caught in my throat, it kept me gasping for breath, gasping for you.
Onions make me cry for reasons you will never know.
You are the cure for my blues. When I start to cry, I just pickup the phone and pretend I am talking to you. I don't hear your voice, but I can remember what it sounds like. Like a broken record, you tell me over and over that you "love me like cream and sugar."
You give me butterflies. You give me bumblebees. You give me heart ache. I'd like to put that all in a bucket, drowning the bugs and and diluting the ache. Like a watered down cocktail, I can't send my heart back.
It isn't Valentine's Day and my heart dropped to my feet and no one gave me flowers today. I can't wait another 9 months for you to be reminded that you should be nice to the one you love. I don't like chocolate, but that is no reason for you to forget about me. I look through my drawers hoping to find an old ca,rd that you have signed "love from you-know-who." Knowing it isn't you, I pretend it is. I slip it under your pillow to make it smell like you. I text myself, "<3." You would never do that. So I wait, avoiding card shops and florists, candy shops and candles until February 14...
... or I'll pretend It is today.
Without you, I feel a little lighter in the head and in the heel. I put these lifts in my step and now I ache less for you. I skip and jump and prance without you in my heart.
You have been diluted with time. Accustom to what is left of you in my mind, i fill my thoughts with constructed dreams of love and lust. Pretending these feelings are mutual, I know you would disagree.
The blister on my heel reminds me that you're sexier in theory than in practice. Those high heeled shoes make my legs twist and turn in all the right ways. I can't walk, but man do my calves look good. Just like you. I can't breathe, but man do you look tasty.
I found a heads up penny. My wish has come true -- I can't find you anywhere. I don't look high and low, don't want to jinx myself. Maybe I'll pull apart a wishbone, or pick up a four-leaf clover. With luck like this, who needs you?
People stare when they learn I don't like chocolate. They shrug their shoulders when they hear I like you. They don't care enough to smile or frown, it is always the same story. Apathy sucks and so do you.
To take the ring off my finger, you would have to use a bolt cutter. The ring is easier to get rid of than you. More than a little vaseline and little love. Slick with apathy, I'm getting you off my finger.
