Zap-Ardendaeas

Drop your paper hearts into a basin of tears                    and dry them in the sun     We’ll tape the middles back together                    Glue them back to back                                       as one

"i remember the way i used to be." "yeah?" "yeah. i was the girl who whispered into your shoulder blades that you needed to stay. i was the one who made maps and built automobiles attempting to take me to impossible places like in your arms. i was the lazy one and you'd always inform me when local bands put new songs on their myspaces. now i have to check for myself, and i usually dont remember to do it. i was the one who introduced ants to ant traps, rats to rat poison, and hearts to you. i remember our plan." "yeah?" "yeah, the one when we'd walk through that big forest and come out smelling like evergreen and love or sweat and the mak

.. last night I made a man out of pillows and forgotten fragments of clothes we'd pushed into my drawers. I held my pillow-man's hand and made sure he wasn't too warm because it is summer; I'm on the second floor; and that was always your biggest complaint. this morning I tried to shower but would turn off the water and run like a soapy dog, complete with loyal tail wagging, to the door thinking you'd come knocking. You hadn't. tomorrow will taste like the food of a week ago and I'll wear sunglasses, which, if you know me, (and you do) will seem out of context and like a little girl playing dress up. I know there are

Somebody once asked me "In what do you believe?" And I answered them simply "I believe in everything" I believe in you, I believe in me I believe in hope and faith, And so much in reality I believe in innocence, Because it makes me smile, And I see it every single day, On the face of my child I believe in passion, And a love that burns so deep, Yes, I…believe… In everything I…believe… In the little steps of my life, And where they'll take me I…believe… In living in the moment, And that you make your destiny… Someone once asked me, "Do you believe in anything?" And I answered them simply, "No, I believe in

listen: fall makes me think of leaving and of apple cider, though i never liked apple cider. but i liked the idea of it. listen: two years ago i met a boy as fragile as dead leaves who called me his little spring girl. (i'd always liked autumn the best.) he kissed the two soft dimples on the small of my back and told me helikedme helovedme hewantedme. and oh, by the way, "everything good must come to an end." listen: on our one year anniversary we picked out two pumpkins and i drew elephants on them for us to carve. he cut his out so aggressively that it lost its shape. lopped off tusks and broken trunks became just a large, jagged ho