Lost Souls

He liked her with long hair so she cut it short.

I’m not jealous or envious of any other woman, other than the woman I’m trying to become. She has everything I desire and I can’t wait to be her.

I can read between the lines. I can read along the line of your jaw, and the curve of your lips. I can read the shape of your eyes; the bats of your eyelashes. I can read you. But mostly, I can read the feelings behind your words. If I know what feelings I cause, I know which poems are about me.

That night was nothing but getting to know how smooth your body is. The memory of it goes through me like brandy.

The hardest thing I’ve ever had to learn is that people are allowed to not want me anymore

I’m not fascinated by people who smile all the time. What I find interesting is the way people look when they are lost in thought, when their face becomes angry or serious, when they bite their lip, the way they glance, the way they look down when they walk, when they are alone and smoking a cigarette, when they smirk, the way they half smile, the way they try and hold back tears, the way when their face says they want to say something but can’t, the way they look at someone they want or love… I love the way people look when they do these things. It’s… beautiful.

Right now I want nothing but to sleep next to you. I’m tired, come lie down next to me and play with my hair till I fall asleep.