Wednesday, June 3, 2009

140 lbs.

Your face is red when you think you've burned the food
and I love how guilty you look after you've had too much to drink

You feel light in my hands
and sleep comes easy

"I want to keep you"
I camaflauge in conversation

The pressure your foot left on mine is gone
and your everywere
and everyone

and so far away

I want you to be happy
no matter what that means.