Have I mentioned how big of a fool I am? I’ve already forgotten
your name, and I wish I hadn’t forgotten your name, because I want
to tell you how beautiful you look when you wear your
vulnerability like a sunset, all transparent and toxic, and if I have
to ask your name again, I’ll have to wait to tell you, because I think
things like that are scary, and I don’t want to scare anyone, I just
want to love them. Have I mentioned how much of a mess I am,
how beautiful you look, how grateful I am to reach for this,
because I can’t and don’t have you, and for some reason that means
I’m able to write about it, like ex’s and the long time deceased.
I asked you your name then told you to have a nice night, as if to
say thanks but this conversation is over, and I didn’t want it to be
over, I just wanted you to have a good night, you make my heart
beat faster, I think about what your head feels like resting on it, and
whether or not you like holding hands, or if kisses from you taste
like rem sleep?
I write old stories like storms, my voice is a warning siren, but my
arms are the prayers for relief. I’m sick of apologizing in advance,
so I won’t. What’s your name again? Has anyone ever told you,
you look like a sunset?