you wrote me
in ten short days
without the aid of pen and paper
you wrote me without color
you anagrammed my face
and made acronyms out of my emotions
you left out letters
and used words whose meanings
you did not know
you wrote me on the last page of your notebook
and closed it for good and put it
on the shelf
beneath the cigar you're saving
for your twenty-first birthday
you wrote me
you wrote me
3 comments:
hmm. this one is one of the best, and i don't know why.
who?
booo i'm no emo kid. "sundrop tears" was a name, like annie referred to me as "babylon eyes" in this one poem.
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