we never got around to riding
in the beds of pickup trucks,
you having found textbooks and an older boyfriend
lost in the bushes and orchards of northern Michigan.
I lost myself too, picking my way around
girls on couches, six packs of bitter light beer.
In the morning light
I shake off thoughts of my father,
coming off his first heart attack.
I feel him deep in my lungs, the cigarettes
I "know better than"
the coffee that scrapes me from the rug,
the acid hits that burn
static and mellow into my skull.
I fell in love with a girl that wore angel wings,
pierced and hanging from her lobes.
She had eyes like dying leaves,
her hair seemed unaware of the air around it,
kissed her once in the dead of night.
The thought of her caring for me
carried this boy past frosted fences,
warmed me with my collar up, kept me on
as the dark that haunts our home descended.
I am on the verge of an adulthood,
wear my Smiths shirt under a polo,
cut my hair for this latest office job.
You have found a better life, off among the apples
and thinkers.
That yellow book still sits on my shelf,
with your blue ink inscription.
Author notes
I swear in that moment, We were infinite
love that book, love that girl, ah.
A contest entry
- Infinite, 10,000 points. by InfiniteCaitlin.
12000 points, ended July 2, 2007, 27 entries
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Aww, I am a fanatic when it comes to romance, I feel that there is nothing better than being in a moment where thers only me and the other and it seems nothing else is around, but us. I am sorry that it did'nt work, and one day I feel you will meet this wonderful woman and have a great life, I kinda wish this for everyone, cause true love and care I think if it's enough can really change anybody who has hurt in there life.
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mmhhhmm.
this is what im talkin bout WILLIS!
lol
this is a great write, I can feel the infinity, amazing.
love it!
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