Slam Poetry

i've decided i am going to write you into my story-book world.

i am going to write the flashes of your teeth and the flashes of your eyes in those moments we both remember.

i am going to write your darkside - not your backside - your darkside, the angry words that illustrated our likeness with the people below.

i am going to write the the lift of your chin, the distance in your voice; it's all still there but tucked neatly away with "i love you"s and the nice dishes.

i am going to write how we rolled in bed, never satisfied with ourselves and space between us.

i am going to write how you always go out and tell me to do the same but get pissed when i make plans without you.

i am going to write how you blamed me.

i am going to write the scary moment we shared when things didn't go according to plan.

i am going to write the the dinner we shared in a public place so i wouldn't cause a scene when nothing was decided.

i am going to write the night i couldn't sleep and had to drive extra to get to work.

i am going to write my birthday. i think you know which one.

i am going to write the sinking feeling.

i am going to write about later in our city.

i am going to write when you tugged my hand.

i am going to write you hugging me longer than usual.

i am going to write fingers in my hair.

i am going to write moving without you.

i am going to write messages from you.

i am going to write driving. all the driving.

i am going to write smiles.

i am going to write kisses on the neck.

i am going to write tours and car-cleanings.

i am going to write fingers locked - lips locked - bodies locked.

i am going to write lines stolen from movies we love.

i just need to write you.