Origami Love StoryOrigami Love Story8 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Played Sudoko on the train, never had a chance when I saw you sitting across from me.
Peeking at you, over your New York Times, in a New York state of mind.
Noticed you'd stuck my favorite web comic between the pages,
I wanted to tell you my name.
Or take you to a ball game.
Just for the popcorn and a chance to kiss you.
Laughed out loud at your fuzzy hair and miss matched socks, first impressions are tough.
Drinking coffee, staring at your chocolate milk with lust.
You looked at me cross eyed with your tongue sticking out.
Commented it was rude to stare.
God it was beautiful when you frowned.
Say hello to me stranger, I beg of you, we could both get off right now, and we'd be together.
That's got to be wor
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I dont want to play anymore, dont make me wait anymore.
Take away your shiny temptation, the windows open but the airs frozen.
Im over heating.
Spinning my self sick.
Crying about more then I could ever realise.
Mourning things that where never mine to
What am I trying to say?
I dont want to say anything.
Ive fallen into place where I expect you to know it all.
Back, Back, Together.
Front, Front, Together.
Lost my mind, lost poetry.
Why is none of this flowing properly?
Why the sudden freak out lock down.
Why am I so god damn hot?
Air sticks in my mouth and my hair weighs me down and I swear not even youd dare love me now. What am I crying about?
This block is breaking my heart.
I dont want to be in love.
I dont want to want to want.
Tears sting already glistening sting.
My jaw hurts from holding my screams in.
With out warning this day runs away from me.
I want to blame you.
But there is no you
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sixty minutes of sixty tickings
in this hour is every word
youve ever said
i have an old wrist watch my father gave me
i say old, because five years is a long time when it is a quart of your life.
i use it to count you.
staring at the straight lines and reflecting the tubed light into a dancing circle on the wall
a spotlight for an ant
i imagine a woven straw hat and cane
there was always dancing wasnt there?
there was, but it was never us that were dancing. its just a configuration.
you know, of talk.
something we forgot all about.
perhaps it wasnt forgetfulness but forced ignorance.
you know, being stubborn, like stains you can never get out in the morning.