even if we're broken

i wonder what rain feels like on bare skin in thirty degree weather...
this all feels a bit too familiar
he loved me but he didn't want me
he loves me but he doesn't want me

side notes from left field:
- favours as amends
- he thinks i'm perfect...

oh, we do have fun, don't we?
i want it to be more than just that

red herring

nine
eleven
for years i have wondered at its significance
a coincidence or two -
of giants,
of symbols
misleading me
mistreating me
missing me

epiphany, a sign...
(a silent calling that's only heard by those who see my secret self)
it is (and was)
the date when angels and unicorns meet
and my happiness begins

newsflash:
pondering on the significance of years and wondering...
he found me today...and delivered an apology i've waited my whole life to hear
it's never too late
and no one's ever really gone...we just come back different
and sometimes, healed.

wore my pink dress for nothing

it's a good good thing i kept all those doors open

sunshine limbo

danced so hard last night i lost my breath (and hurt my knee)

i wish there was a pill that could make me stop wishing

one

i know he is there
that is usually enough

was there music?

we kissed
(gum..."perfect"...handshakes)
and then we kissed again
i came home
and wished it was you

l'amour fou

by evening light on the bus platform
i saw a fat old man in a trenchcoat wailing on a harmonica...
the voice of being alone

i'm a bit slow to figure these things out
(my friends give me that look, and wait for me to catch on)
emotional affair, emotional rebound
no one even has to take their clothes off

tomorrow i will make out with a ghost in public, and we'll call it art

back to the beginning

sometimes it snows in may
sometimes it's not just all in my head
forests and futures and magic...
he sold me on hope

bridesmaid jingle

i almost got hit by a car twice today, once on my way out, and once on my way home
in between...just a friend

at least i got some work done tonight

fresh

"it's good the weirdness is behind us and all around us and not just us"

there was a man on the subway tonight playing air piano to the music on his headphones that matched the bach on mine. our songs finished at exactly the same time. i'll never know what he was listening to.

i mark last night with disappointment and relief and anticipation but the story is too much to write. a minute and a half is a long time, but it's all relative.