"How to Lose a Guy"
There is something romantic in how little I cherish you.
God, we would be a fantastic rom-com
If only I could be as easily broken as
Kate Hudson or Drew Barrymore.
That’s what you say now, isn’t it?
That I was too stubborn, too driven to truly hold your heart.
I wish I were the emotionless bitch
You imagine me to be.
"stardust and promises"
i want my fingertips to know every bump and curve of your jawline
better than i know myself,
and i want your hands to explore the spaces in between my ribs.
follow my muscles like a road map
watch them tense and relax into you--
i could complete a dissertation on the way you flex your back
the gentle curve of unreleased stress around your shoulder blades, melting towards your waist
in an arrow that reminds me
we were once angelic, too.
we could play vampires;
bleed me dry and we can live forever.
you are made of stardust and promises
and i am made of glass
so tread lightly
until you shatter me
like you shattered your mom’s favorite vase
and then burn your fingers gluing me back together
we could be a fire if you wanted,
or we could stay like this.
a quiet, gentle passion.
i say “god, i love you” more than i ever did in church
and somehow it feels more true here;
lying next to you,
watching the way you breathe when you’re trying to convince yourself to fall asleep,
my knuckle stroking your cheek
and thanking the stardust in your skin
for every second we waste together.