Monday, May 18, 2009

i. fall. to pieces.

sometimes i feel like a jigsaw puzzle.
crooked pieces locking into place.
forming memories.
transforming me.

and when a piece comes loose.
i feel weak.
desperate to hang on.
to keep everything whole.

almost..
not realizing that the memory will remain.
even if the person or place doesn't.

that the bittersweet.
can just be sweet.

Saturday, May 09, 2009

on spring street

a man saying to a woman. . .

i like to make love.
i like to chill.
i like to have fun.

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