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.
My skin peeled back after you praised -- I love you like melted ice.
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.
If I wear high heels will you marry me? I won't be able to run after you chasing other girls. Please look at me that way. A stacked heel and a stacked bust in one package. You will have a handful of fun no matter what. Love is blind that way.
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.
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.
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.
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.
You've always made my heart do flip-flops. A love trampoline? Maybe. Crash and burn? Definitely. The cost of this ride is way too high.
Protesting that you are being "romantic," you look past me and catch your own reflection. It is no coincidence that your love for me is really for you. Can I love you the way you do?
Chapped lips sink ships. Your kisses are sloppy and insincere, leaving me wet and dry. Salvaging my mouth or pride is futile. That is why (because) I love you.
The thermometer read 98.7 degrees which made no sense to me. I felt sick. I looked pale. My heart ached. What on earth could bring on this furry? You have made me love sick.
Is it a myth that pain confirms that you are alive and responding to the outside world? You hurt me and I know I am not alone. I don't know how I feel about that kind of reassurance. I would rather you love me in solitude.