RhapsodyinAlto

Dear Boy:    all I want                       is                                your summersunsmile on my sheets in the morning.    my lips                       to be your favorite flavor                                (no matter what lip gloss I have on)    your hand in mine             as my heart triptripbeats over sand dunes and old scars. In return,                       I am prepared to give you everything. (Dear Me:    Please don't fuck this up.)

Today is Friday. Monday your heart was summer sun and champagne, your eyes calm, warm, content. Monday you felt finally whole, stitched and new, shiny. Then your smiling white knight slammed his fist through your chest, squeezed your heart free of your body and let it drop onto the gravel driveway. You deserved this, you had it coming, you stupid, stupid girl, this is all your fault. And the week that should've been the perfect end to the best summer you've had since you were 16 was suddenly sporting giant spiderweb cracks through everything. You smiled because you had to, but your eyes were closed and dark and grey against the August sun