If I could move a little more towards you, would you?
If I could be prettier, kinder,
if I stood up taller, had a nicer
Someone once asked me, “When did you know?”
When did I know? I don’t know.
I knew it the first time I heard you say my name, and I realized you’ve been saying it all along.
Tomorrow, you’ll find out that they’re having a family. Don’t panic.
Within those moments, release the breath you were holding. Don’t forget
to let him know how happy you are. Congratulations are in order. Don’t remember
a) one of a kind, a golden-spined bookbind, letters worn thin
b) a volume in an anthology
c) a textbook filled with notes from past lovers
Not quite conscious of my thoughts
the parts of me I can’t comprehend,
the why’s and the when’s
the parts that I didn’t know could cause pain
So, what I did was this: I tore myself open. Just… went ahead and cracked my ribcage open, like gently breaking the spine of a very old, unused hard-bound book about How To Stay Alive When Your Insides Are Softer Than Water…
