Monday, July 23, 2007

"Usually I'm a good kisser." His voice lowered to a whisper. "But I wasn't ready."

pianos play in my mind.
I am forever getting that one first kiss with that one boy who "gets me, mom."
only never really.
been thinking of a lot of things I could tattoo to myself lately. everything just seems so true and refined. the kind of old loves that never die and all that.
been fucking afraid of my body lately. trying to sever that connection between mind and self, but goddamn, it's just so well hidden.
I'm sorry I let you down.