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.
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.
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.
I wince remembering when you ask me out the first time. At that moment, my eyes were wide open and my mouth was ajar. That jump, that prance, that decision makes me squint with disgrace. It is like looking directly at the sun.
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?
I was woken by a pain in my chest. I didn't think of you, just about how to make it go away. Ginger or lemon or witch hazel? Was it my heart or was it my head? I savored this feeling. It reminded me that you are not the first thing in my mind.
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.