a.v., I don’t exactly know what I mean by that, but I mean it. // 30 day poetry challenge (day 28)
Otherwise, Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening by Robert Frost is probably my favorite.
Oh, that’s really hard. I think as of right now, it’s How Badly Did He Break You, mainly because I put so much effort into it. But I am quite happy with Sugar Is Sweet. Nothing else comes to mind immediately.
Three years later, a new girl sits cross-legged on your bed.
She tastes like a different flavor of bubblegum than you are used to.
She opens up a book that you had to read in high school, and a folded picture of us falls out of chapter three.
Now there are two unfinished stories resting in her lap.
Inevitably, she asks, and you tell her.
You say: I dated her a while back.
You don’t say: Sometimes, when I’m holding you, I imagine the smell of her vanilla perfume.
You say: She was younger than me.
You don’t say: The sixteen summers in her bones warmed the eighteen winters my skin had weathered.
You say: It’s nothing now.
You don’t say: But it was everything then.
Some things are better left unsaid (via dearalexandra)