the thing is, i don’t know another way to be.

i am forever the one who waits
the girl who loves
the heart that beats, redly open,
who watches you fade backwards
into a Clint Eastwood skyline
and i think of each new newness
and when my gilt edges
were not rubbed so barren
by the thoughtless ownership
of each wrong hand i placed myself inside
and i wonder when the practice
of loving and not being loved
will ever grow old
so i can live
calmly
in the quietness of alone

Reviews

[Tai Ryens]

Ah, the anticipation-filled surplus of expeditions that a lass romanticizing the concept of love embarks on, the experiences and the wallowing and the longing are all here, as well as the distant hope for a settled future. Sounds familiar. Reminds me of myself.
These moments, a thought I'd like to add to my review, are also my favorites when reading through a book: not the happy endings, I despise them; not the well beginnings, I despise them just as much; the heartfelt, relateable middle is the part I so adore to read about. Not the result, but the moments that lead up to the outcome.
Well done.

[Chris]

It IS hard - seeing ...a lifetime's moment unfold within your mind and heart... one that marks your very soul - and you turn to say ...nothing cause there IS no one to share what it MEANS to be you ...with.