heavy in the heart
like this crush could really crush
my blood flows slowly
….even as it flows faster. i can feel each cell, at the same time i can feel it rushing through my veins. and there is…
pressure behind eyes
forcing trembles through my lips
revert to my youth
…when i wore my feelings on my face and in my hands.
meter? initial effect dampened but who am i trying to kid?
june is breaking out all over.
gotten myself somehow into helping out the folks at found magazine which is sweet for eight or nine reasons.
and i have just shared the secret of my new freckle with someone for the first time. i am opening up, finally. baring my soul. bleahty bleahty bleah.
meter? rejuvenated.
i could pretend to be so mature, so sophisitcated that i could be the captain of all platonic relationships. imagine being able to tell your feelings to someone, be rejected, but still able to convince them that it’s not at all an awkward situation.
because i am ABOVE all that, yeah yeah!
cuteometer: insanely. damage done is only cause for more meltations. believe me, that’s no word, and don’t i know it.
everybody is punchy
we’re all sliding down a slippery slope into the depths….
and everyone gets cute when they’re smiling and taking a sip from their la croix.