kristin (kristin_briana) wrote,

Poetry Saturday

Except...this isn't really a poem. But whatever.


She hung onto her coffee cup with both hands, and she said, "I knew I was in love the night I cried for him. I cried because I was scared. Because I was raw and exposed and his eyes burned inside my mind, scraping away at my soul like sandpaper - and oh, oh, it hurt so good. Yeah. That night, I knew I was in love."

I hung on to my coffee cup with both hands, and I thought of you.

"I'm not in love," I said.

But as soon as she left, I cried.
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