Friday, April 22, 2011

dear self

"Manners are charming, but who are you fooling , you're still nobody's bride"

Jewel

dear boyfriend

perhaps by sleeping in your bed, i am robbing myself of the pleasure of being your wife and sleeping in our bed for the first time, under our roof sharing the same last name.

perhaps i am giving too much too soon.

in which i will then be repaid too little, too late.

Tuesday, April 19, 2011

dear boyfriend

the phrase; you are permanent.

sounds so simple.

means so much.

love, your little things make me giddy when they come from you,
girlfriend.

Wednesday, April 13, 2011

"Where you invest your love, you invest your life"


Mumford and sons

Tuesday, April 12, 2011

L.O.V.E.


I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz,
or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.
I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
in secret, between the shadow and the soul.

I love you as the plant that never blooms
but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers;
thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance,
risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body.

I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.
I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride;
so I love you because I know no other way

than this: where I does not exist, nor you,
so close that your hand on my chest is my hand,
so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep.


Pablo Neruda XVII 

melody enhances the meaning

"Music washes away from the soul the dust of everyday life"
Berthold Auerbach

Monday, April 11, 2011

don't hold it against me

it's entirely possible i could live out the rest of my life eating nothing but dark chocolate, dry cereal and a glasses of almond milk. from morning till noon, from 9 till well past bedtime.

the thing is, i never stop to eat chocolate piece by piece, savoring the flavor. instead i shovel it in two by two, possibly four by four, rarely stopping to give it the accolades it so deserves.

lets hope this isn't a metaphor for my life

Sunday, April 10, 2011

Words are never just words

"The pure and simple truth is rarely pure and never simple"


Oscar Wilde

it's only in the night you realize

your playlists speak volumes, like mini glimpses into your soul. much like my face shows  expression that is much more telling than i might care to admit. evidently my face has no secrets. but what good would secrets really be without someone to share them with?
"In the depths of winter I finally learned that within me lay an invincible summer"


Albert Camus

dear boyfriend


i love dry cereal straight from the box. in fact it once was my road trip drug of choice. if you add chocolate chips to the mix, it puts me over the top. when you are away i often eat standing, on one leg, in the kitchen. sometimes straight from the box. i call it my secret single behavior, except i would do it in front of you. i feel certain you will still love me. in fact you might even love me more.

love, your manners are charming but who are you fooling girlfriend,

me

dear boyfriend


when you're away. i mean states away. i wear your shirts.

they make me smile. just as you make me smile.

love, your i am so ready to be your wife it hurts girlfriend,

me

dear boyfriend


i miss you when you are gone. when the house is a big empty box. without you, it is not a home. the moment you walk out that door, i launch myself back in bed, throw the covers over my head and breathe in the scent of you that is sure to fade away before your return.

love, your i have never been this in love in all my life until now, girlfriend.



dear someday husband


i hate your laptop bag. the mere sight of it throws me into a tizzy. perhaps that is unfair to the bag. its never done anything to me, it is merely an inanimate object. But you, you are so much more than that. you happen to be my world.

and that bag walks with you right out our door for days, maybe weeks.

i hate that bag.

love, your i'm sorry for blubbering all over you at the airport in such a girl fashion, one day wife.





dear boyfriend

I just got my @ss kicked.

At the gym.

By yours truly.

It's too early for the verdict.

The jury is out.

But I think I liked it.

I'll be sure to report back.

That is if I can walk.

BUT

Don't be surprised if you find me in the fetal position

Cradling chocolate.


love, your i know no limits girlfriend,


me