Used to Be

You love that you can still remember everything. Because it’s all you have left. The memories. The faint smell of that cologne on his police department t-shirt that you never returned. You love that you can still see him sitting on the couch, watching him watch A Walk To Remember, and recalling how it was the first time he cried in front of you – but it wouldn’t be the last.

Just A Dream

We went to a charming café last night. The evening was fraught with fireflies and indigo stars. We sat beneath an ivory awning laced with velvety moss. Ordered two cappuccinos – the barista shaped the milk so a heart cascaded over our espresso. He must have known we are in love.

A Saturday in Santa Cruz

He rescues me in ways he doesn’t even realize. With his warm voice and sweet kisses. Like harmony and honey. I watch the Ferris wheel along the boardwalk spin round and round. A colorful pinwheel surrounded by the scent of pink cotton candy and kettle corn. We are belly laughs and rose gold cheeks. I cannot fully describe this feeling in my stomach. Something like joy and nostalgia and I’m looking at him and realizing he is my future.

Fading Lights & Ferris Wheels

You tasted like beer every time you kissed me. The cheap kind, because that’s all we could afford. “I’m going to make you my wife one day.” It’s so easy to make promises of forever when you are so young. But I believed every word, listening to the waves crash in the darkness; a satiation I couldn’t stop even if I wanted to. You were terrible for me, but I recall you so beautifully.

Bitter Truths

I know now how you played me (oh so well). Maybe it’ll make you happy to know that you got me. You really got me. I fell in love with you. I fell in love with your bullshit, and the lies, and the dreams you placed so delicately in my head.