happy valentine's day.

so i'm sitting.
[it seemed fitting, and…
well, life is different now.]
just sitting, nothing more.
i'm falling asleep; i'm sinking into my sheets.

but i'm waiting for you, because i've got this thing.
where i want you to know, every night, that i care.
so i'm sitting, just sitting, nothing more.
waiting for that moment he walks out your door,
so i can hear from you, and let you know
whether or not i'm doing just fine, tonight.

it's your birthday tomorrow, yes, that's right.
it's midnight now. twenty four hours.
what'll your eighteenth year bring you? hm?
will you dream sweetly every night? you deserve it.
at this point, i'm not even coherent, so who knows why
who knows why i'm even bothering doing this now.

but i couldn't let the 14th go by with nothing.
so i'll paint you a picture of me, right now.
my phone is in my lap, i've just sent you a text.
my legs are bare, crossed together underneath a sheet.
my tv is off, brand new is playing [of course] and
my desk lamp is on; it probably won't go out tonight.
my window is safely closed, locked tight, and so is my closet.
you know how scared i am of all my monsters.

my room's a mess; i couldn't find anything to sleep in.
[so i'm not, i have on a tank top and no shorts.]
and i've just gotten an idea. i like it, i think.
i think you will too.

i think i'm going to call it...

Author's Note

incoherent ramblings that started out poetic and dissolved into nothing. i'm posting it simply because i'd like to have multiple copies of my poems in various places in case i lose one somewhere, somehow.

Reviews

[....]

Oh this is wonderful, Whoever's birthdya it is I hope they have a wonderful one. This is very nice....xo