I didn't ask

I didn't want to know

I didn't need this feeling

Of almost
Of Incomplete

But its the nightmares of intimacy

That hurt me

The most.

if you read me,
you can watch
the crazy
flick




back                                                                                                                    


and
                                    

                                                                                                                   forth

Loud
Yelling
Knuckles cracking
Sick on car rides
Holding hands
Running through snow
Runny nose
Tired
Tires
Screeching on the pavement
Two people in love didn't make this
This
Me
My
Fault
My
Family
Hurt
Hit
Scared
Soft
Big hat box
Full of soft
Gloves
And just too small socks
With ribbons around the ankles
Itchy hats
With lace
And flowers
One was always yours
And one was always mine
But my favorite
Were the handkerchiefs
Small flowers embrioded on the corners
Purple or blue
Or yellow or pink
One in my pocket
One in your purse

It was better than Christmas
It was like heaven
It was like some dream
Some beautiful dream I didn't want to wake up from
A calm in the middle of the storm
That was my household
It was
Sunday
And
The Lords day

And everyone was quiet

And everyone



Was beautfiul
.
.
.