I like an empty airport
I like a clean house
An 8-hour train ride to nowhere
a stranger
and a “can I kiss you?” question
I liked-liked
before I loved
The highs were always high; that’s just how it was in my head
The lows were very low—always lying down on some floor
I survived all my nights
No safety nets, no wiping my tears with pale hands by a yellow-haired-love-of-my-life
I always liked a well-intended question
and a sad-sad Girl Autumn Playlist
about a “sad affliction bravely borne” yet! misplaced
substituted
like an object of daily use or worse
rewarded with the real thing in the aftermath of the subsequent damage to my detriment: “a win is a win”
I survived all my unkissed shins
and new girls
the never seeing him again
a stranger
wearing a hat
a car brand hauntingly following me everywhere I go, ignoring my efforts of escaping the
ineluctable
that’s your hell, my darling
burning in forever flames
my highs have always been high
and the lows?
…oh my,
no safety net this time
I am so ready
so ready to jump
I always liked a well-mannered soft sweet boy
not mine
you always know before you meet the one
they throw wide the door without knocking...now that I don’t feel anything? follow-on loss
or worse
a well-versed major life setback:
“the moment your city starts feeling like a matchbook
you are done, so done”
I like an oversized hoodie and falling once and never again
An “I missed you” message never sent
A soft spot; always telling the truth
I like leaving dunes of ashes behind
carrying used matches in my very deep pockets
only saving one intact (for emergencies)
made in heaven
I like a cold floor in a bathroom—it’s like being happy on antidepressants
I cannot imagine how or why
you always know before you meet the one
I guess that’s the price I am paying for crying in his kitchen twice and never again—
hell!
In another life
my flight had a 7-hour delay
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