After much searching, the nirvana of childhood love has been FOUND. (5 childhood journals later...)
Please enjoy the fact that I have a butler(??) and that I'm going to have a HAIRBALL as a specialty item. So if you see me in 30 years don't forget to ask about Sally, Susie, Ben, Greg, Pam, Bruce... And all 42 of the other kids I'm going to crank out. See you at the altar, Carson M.
2/21/16
2/15/16
Drive Safe
She said
"Drive safe was always my I love you"
And it was like your
next-to-me smile
was tangible.
And I didn't even have to
look over to know you were thinking the same thing I was.
And no it's not love
but it's not like either.
And maybe we're floating
somewhere in between
But I can't explain to you
how right it feels
in those
late for curfew
had too much to drink
(hot cocoa) we're Mormon...
saying goodbye 17 times because
talking about peachios
and our lack of butts
is more important than
the bags under our eyes
moments those
future car wishing
future trip planning
future
future
our future
discussions.
because when I met you,
and we've been
working together ever since.
If you asked me last year
if I would ever consider another
relationship in high school
I would've laughed.
Probably for a long time.
Yet here I am.
I'm the 3 am talks kind of girl.
That tilt-a-whirl
kiss in the back of the car kind of girl.
And him.
that closet from
savers kind of boy.
That skip school
poetry blues
kid next door kind of boy.
So as you're going
home tonight, my darling,
don't forget to
put your seatbelt on.
Drive safe.
Drive safe.
Drive safe.
check out the blogpost by the amazing Carter J Pratt that inspired this poem here
2/9/16
leave me be
My dreams made waking up a
son-of-a.
My dreams qualified rolling out of bed to be
a bitch.
I dreamed I was in Paris
but I woke up in my bed
I looked in the mirror
I looked everywhere but my eyes
because I didn't want to confirm the truth.
I was not in Paris.
How could I be here?
All the time I spent in Paris couldn't have been a dream.
It was too real to have been a dream
"It's ok",
I told myself.
I tried to believe it was fate.
Being an ocean away
was supposed to prepare
me for something.
I knew it.
But I wanted to crush
the breathing distance
between me
and the Eiffel Tower.
Take me there again.
Make me feel
Because there
I found love and
I don't know if it was for
I found love and
I don't know if it was for
the flowers in the classroom or
the boy that sat in front of me.
There,
I found that
creativity is my native language and
sacking is my thing.
sacking is my thing.
There,
I conquered
my fear of
blank pages and
black pens.
There.
It was always there.
That was the only place
I wanted to be.
So please don't
wake me up next time.
Leave me be.
Leave me be.
Id rather live in a dream
than wake up to a reality
without
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