That One Girl

I was walking down the street with my brother on a hot day on our way into a bookstore and I said “I hate the sun. It’s too hot. Name ONE reason we need the sun. Literally I can’t think of a single reason why we can’t just figure out a way to block it”

And a guy turned and looked at me with the most dumbfounded and horrified expression Id seen since the last time someone looked at me like that (about a week before) and then turned to the girl with him and they both looked mistified in the worst way.

They really thought I don’t know what the sun’s for.

I could’ve told them I work in environmental science but I was having a conversation with my brother.

Those two people think that’s the day they overheard probably the stupidest thing any human being has ever loudly said in a bookstore.

That’s fine.

Art By IG: @chloegiordano_embroidery

this big boy looks huge because, well, he is. but he’s also extremely FLUFFY. judging by the military uniforms and the “no photography” sign, he must be in a military K9 unit. and it takes three (four?) people to groom him!!!

Me: Alexa, unleash the roombas

I had stopped writing love poems

then I saw your eyes

and I knew I was doomed to be

inevitably consumed

assuming

that maybe you felt the same for me

as I for you

I had stopped writing love poems

and then I felt the singe of deceit

of not proclaiming my vow’s defeat

no

I needed to release

that your speech

melts me

that I haven’t felt this warm in years

that tears well from the

overwhelming amount of emotion

you seem to be evoking

from a many times over broken spirit

I had stopped writing love poems

but I fear if I do

I wish you knew

That if I move even a few inches

Your arm clinches to hold me tighter

As if your flight or fight senses had been amidst in your subconscious

And, I dont know if it’s my flight you’re fighting against or

My will to stand still has you flying out the door

And stopping as soon as you reach the other side

Due to pride.

That pride;

What a beautiful contradiction.

Allow it to build you up yet

Remain shielded from its fragile diction…

You hold me like my mind went missing

And I refused to listen to the nostalgia you fed

So instead, you embedded in me

Sensory memory;

You hold me like you need me to remember.

Or better yet, to never forget

And, by God, yet me assure you