03-18-10

(bunny)(bunny)

 You’ve been waiting for me to write this. I’ve been waiting for a moment I could. Now that it is here I lay in bed, watching the sunrise from my bed, alone, without you. I’m waiting for the house to come alive with little feet and cuddle hugs, far away from the breadown and anger that follow home two confused little girls with tear streaked cheeks.

In the morning, i’m not thinking about broken landlords, broken mailboxes, broken banks. All I see is you and your upcoming trip to Atlanta and how you expect a girl to survive on words and air alone when you’re not there. Happiness is not the consumption of heat and soul and flesh. And it’s certaintly not in the ice bath of your memories.

I’ll miss you,
but we all have to find our own gravity.