Thursday, August 29, 2013
But those 3 words aren't the ones that do me in. For me, "I miss you" is my undoing. There is something about the longing in it, the wanting and craving laced in every word. The need to replace something missing. In the French literally meaning, "You are missing from me."
It could be perhaps because I find love to be a state of being. When you love someone, when you are in love, there is a beautiful type of being that is inherent in the feeling. But to miss someone feels more like an action, with someone valuable being missing from you demanding urgent and immediate action to right this absence that feels so wrong. And I, ruled entirely by big, bold, sentiment, easily get swept away in urgent action.
Though I find comfort in the peaceful lull of being in love, I am not someone who doesn't need to be wanted, craved when I am missing- wholly, passionately. Because otherwise, what's the point?
But I am undone by, "I miss you."
Please do not leave me undone.
Thursday, August 22, 2013
“Well, I’ve never done that before,” the girl said, not even sure she could pull it off. “How does that work?”
“However the fuck you want it to.”
Wednesday, August 14, 2013
My head has already turned on the lights. It has closed the top on the piano and replaced the party soundtrack with silence. It is swishing a push broom through the streamers and glitter and confetti that litter the floor. It is washing the champagne flutes and wine glasses, tossing the red solo cups. It’s moving the tables and chairs back to their rightful places, and straightening the pictures knocked askew. It’s wiping up the mysterious substances that spilled and tucking away the odds and ends brought out only for the occasion. It is throwing away the trash left behind. It’s closing and locking the doors, pulling the drapes shut on the windows. It’s cleaning and scrubbing the places left stained and it’s almost ready to move on to the next party.
It’s just waiting for my heart to catch up.