25 June 2015


Jump in.
Jump out.
Count blessing and
missed calls
and days.

I've got all these
notches in my bed post
but none on the
calendar of "us".

I'm just adding
place holders to the
open holes.
You know.
You can't blame a girl
stickin to what she knows.

I swore this would
never be me,
but behind my back
I'm all smiles
and head shakes
and eye rolls

Baseball players
and beer brewers
and fame chasers
and cat callers
could not take
the place.

"we meet people and they all have this invisible number above their head. what if, you met your 100 and then fucked it up?"

what if?
how about when?


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