Miss You, Love

From the moment I saw you I knew you'd be the one to tell if I ever changed my name. I wanted to wring you through my fingers and hold your heart between my teeth. I wanted to unravel my nerves and lay them at your feet. Your friends all hated me; they always dressed alike. Blank faces to match blank minds. Why were you the only one who could think past pretty? Why couldn't I have just been born a goddess like the girls in their arms? We carved our dreams in cardboard and left them in the rain, thinking in our poetic minds that it might stand for something. Now there are only dreams of "miss you, love" written on a record sleeve. I was too superficial, and you were too blond; I bled too much euphoria, and you made me feel like shit. You could hold my hand when the snow came down, but never look into my eyes. Old wounds closed, new ones split open. We choked to death on each other. I went to bed each night wearing you like a bad habit, while you kept my dreams under your pillow. Maybe one day I'll stop being the disease in your white room. I'll wear black leather pants and tell you my name's Veronica through picket-fence teeth. I wanted to run away with you my love, but I fear only my mind went along for the ride. I think maybe someday I'll fall for someone else with your name.Ragged, I know. Written March 9th, 2002 © on Mar 09 2002 10:04 AM PST, Katrina Armour   0 • 8