I like you.
I can't be more pleased when you look at us, and tell us that in each of us,
in our veins that we want to cut open,
in our bones that we have broken,
in the wounds that we have mended,
and that in our feet that are two sizes too big,
that we all have a little bit of stardust in us.
It reminds me, that I can in fact love someone for who they are, all their words, and all of ones grins and laughs, and French.
How you always say, there is a little bit of worm in you, and look at that in your brain, what used to be a fly is floating in there. You say that with enthusiasm, like there was something good in that.
In all of us.
And you always talk about your children in that reminiscing way, like they have died.
I hope you find what you are looking for in this place, because I believe you deserve it.
You are everything I would like in a friend, and I don’t understand why she would do that to you.
But then again, it’s nice to break a perfect person’s heart, ain't it?
When I first saw you I liked you. All chubby and fresh faced, you remembered my name first and you tell me, you smile a lot, I like that.
I think I stopped smiling after that.
I don’t want to be the one who smiles so much and cries inside. I was excited at all that could be.
Possibilities, boys, and happiness, if I dare say.
You say all these things and I don’t understand, I don’t, I don’t but you just would tell me.
All these things you claim you do, you talk and talk, but fuck.
You certainly don’t speak.
It’s hard to love you because honestly, you took away one of the few things I ever loved about myself, even if it wasn't lovable enough for everyone else.
Your lame jokes and your short skirts get me thinking about you.
You talk in math equations and graphs and I don’t mind it.
Your constant eye on me makes me feel safe. It makes me feel like maybe I can talk in algebra one day. What is algebra anyway? Bunch of letters assigned to number that mix the un-mixable. Mix the hated with the loved, mix the bitter and the sweet.
You say the most outrages things and even if I was born to alphabet speaking parents, I can’t help but adore your equations.