12.13.09

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I don't think you understand the reason I'm so funny is because I can only talk to you when I'm drunk.


…
who am I kidding, I'm hilarious.

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it's cold outside and it's my junior year of college and my lips burn
standing outside of an einsteins after our first awkward(now)/awesome(at the time) redevouz
i specifically remember reaching for my chapstick
breaking our intermixed arms
(too cold to hold hands- but still wanting to show some kind of affection)
but then when i finally put the chapstick on my lips,
the feeling wasn't nearly as enjoyable as it would have been to stand there a few more seconds with my arm in yours

more than a year later i stand outside of an apartment building in brooklyn and i do the same move
but this time with more emphasis
with some words
like "i thought….I wish….if only….maybe when…."

now it's 9 months after i put my chapstick on in new york
and i'm in dallas
and my heads been clear of you for months
and it's not nearly as cold as it was
but my lips are burning

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Lord, help me get over myself.

Whatever

What is that disease called?
The one where every first date feels like a funeral
but during every night alone you dream of a wedding?
Is this some sort of American Hugh Grant movie I'm stuck in?
Possibly…but pre-hookers.

(I've tried to add more lines to this, but I can't)

All living things have shoulders.