8.1.10

oh, you beautiful women.
touchable, yet untouchable.
you don't know
how i spend my nights
thinking about you.

you lean in close
making small talk.
i swear the most inane banter
is like poetry to my eager ears.

our knees touch
and startled,
i move away.

but - why do you do it?
you move closer
and our patellas kiss.

and that alone is enough
to send me into a frenzy.

pretty girl, please
just sit back and
let me clear my head, because

i don't think
you want to know

how much i want you.

it's always good to have options.

Even if both of these options are so good
that you'll forever regret
turning one of them down.

news in the way the onion is news.

The news that I
was moving in April
was news to me.

darling.

You make everything else

seem cheap.

˙ɹnoɟ-ʎʇuǝʍʇ

Let me remind you
that you are two years older than me.

So while you have already trekked through
your quarter-life crisis,

I am knee-deep in that shit.