
Maybe the things that go through my head are actually kinda good?
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For J
For J
I'm not asking you to love
To be honest I don't know if I could return the feeling
But if I could ask something of you
I would ask that you pine after me
That you think about me when you look out over the rolling hills as you drive to work
Or that you can still feel my kisses long after I have left you
The way I giggled when your nose touched my neck for the first time
That you swear my perfume is still on your clothes no matter how many times they go through the wash
I want you to sit alone and overhear a conversation and remember something that I said and then you laugh to yourself but get embarrassed because the people who see are judging you and really try to transport me there with you
That sometimes you can feel the ghost of my hand against your palm.
Then it grows and covers the rest of your skin, like an itch that's odd yet comforting
You rub your fingers together, wondering if you're going crazy
And as your day goes by, you notice sexual innuendos in everything, like who many times can a person hears the words " climax" and " erupt" and natural grunts and sighs in an English class and not think about them coming out of my mouth and how good it feels that you're the reason why
That you sit in your car and think about the excitement and fear and warmth and shivers that wouldn't stop expelling from your body as we dove on the highway and you prayed that I wouldn't notice
That you pass by people and places and think that you see me or that you can magic me coming around the corner into your arms but you are not that lucky
That you get jealous whenever you just see a Hispanic woman with another man
That your fist clenched with bitterness and unshed tears because why can't you have that
That you think about getting in your car and driving 3 and a half hours to come to my town and you will find me and spend every moment after in my dorm on my twin bed
Singing hymns and love songs into each other's skin
But then you realize that's way out of line and just end up wondering what color my comforter is
Then you start to look at my Instagram a lot
An unsettling amount and feel gross doing it but…
There's only like three photos and they're old
You hope that I'll post anything just to be sure I'm not a figment of your imagination
That you can see me and hear me and feel me
You find my Facebook that hasn't been touched in months
Other posts with me in them from other peoples accounts from long before you knew me
You wish we'd known each other forever
And sometimes
In those really early hours of the morning when you can't sleep and feel like the only person in the world
You dream while you're awake, you let your mind go far
More than you would ever tell anyone
Things that you would never dare tell anyone, not even me
But ohhhhh
You wish you could
The next spring and summer and autumn and winter all lay at your feet like a Tralfamadorian novel
" No beginning, no middle, no end, no suspense, no moral, no causes, no effects. What we love are the depths of the many marvelous moments seen all at once."
It's all as clear as it ever could be
Laughter, pillow talk, fights, forgiveness, drives, farmers markets, late nights, dive bars, kickbacks, no contact, all day conversations, lust, apocalypses, new days, never-ending light.
Meeting my mother and hoping she’ll like you but I already know it will go bad but you're here to stay and she warms up to you soon
Ifs, whats, yeses, nos, maybes, thens, nevers, always.
All more and more petrifying yet alluring
I'm not asking you to love me
I'm too afraid that it'd scare you off
But I want at least one of these to go through your mind
Because they seem to never leave mine.
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For you, J
I don’t know why I’ve allowed myself to think about you so much for so long.
I feel pathetic and stupid and starkery.
I hate what I’m doing to myself
I hate that I’ve compared so many people to you
I hate that I feel like I annoy you.
I hate that I thought we could maybe be together but it’s dumb.
I hate that I’m so sad but I have no reason to be sad.
I hate that I have created cathedrals in my mind for you, even after I said I’ll stop.
I hated that when I told you I did, you didn’t understand what I meant.
I hate that only time you ever told me you loved me was when I was sitting on your lap in your car at four in the morning and you didn’t mean it. I’ll say it now though.
I love you.
I hate that I didn’t say it back, even if I wouldn’t have been able to really mean it, but at least I would have meant it more than you.
And I hate that I’ve lost my biggest fantasy.
You have someone new but even if it lasts till tomorrow, I know I still shouldn't try to get you back.
You’ll never read this and I’m glad.
So, my somewhat ex-lover
This is me, signing off.
Oh J
Even when I try to leave
You pull me back.
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