i wake up through out the morning
changing the alarm clock on my phone
pushing back the time i need to wake up
three, four, five times because
even five more minutes with my head on your chest is
worth the dirty looks i'll get
walking into work late.

chitter chatter and gossip in italtian

salt dries on the skin after morning swims
my hair is long again, and i feel beautiful once more-
the men stare as i walk through the streets because they can't quite decide if i am american or not,
they have thoughts of me being european in their minds.
lovely porcelain european girl.
the women snarl as their men's eyes follow me down those alleys
and its the romance and the freedom that i've longed for
their voices and language that i've craved
and it only takes money to get there
money that i've rather spend on booze for now, to drown worthless sorrow
and i laugh at myself crying about how trapped i feel
as i take another sip of sierra nevada.

frustrated ramblings of a twenty five year old in love.

you were just a fuck, get over it.

and it's 7:15

and my life has become nothing more than
candy and heart shaped mood rings
and aches in my chest.
i only wish you knew who richard brautigan was.
maybe that poem on my chest you always read would mean more---

I stopped taking the meds because I couldn't write about anything worthwhile, everyone wants to see me smile but all I wanna do is write. I've made my life complicated to see how I will deal, handle, get out, of certain situations. At least this is what pops in my head when I ask myself what the fuck i'm doing with my life...when I have that other drink, or make eyes at so and so, or take a hit of this and that, say things I shouldnt say. I'm testing myself, you, her, and him, this fucking universe. And none of this makes sense to anyone anymore. Introspective mind. I think about why my left foot hits the ground harder, or why my brain focuses on negative thoughts and comments more than the positive ones. I wanna know how I work. These are the things I think about. My brain is occupied with myself the majority of the time, and you think all I do is think about you. Crooked teeth. and that walk. You may occupy the mind but my heart is doing fine. And they have nicknamed me red..ruby or cherry. And it makes me feel like a little girl with the nicknames these men call me, and sometimes I dont want the nickname but the lollipop that comes with it. Back in the old days, back in the old days I wasn't around, mind in the clouds I didnt have all this stuff to worry about, why my viens in my arms are so small, why my heart beats faster when you walk by me. They say you only fall in love six times in your life. I havent used up any of mine. and i prayed that i didnt hit that cat who ran out in front of my car, it was black, and my life didnt need anymore bad luck. imagine the gods laughing at me because not only did it cross my path but i killed the poor thing. And he likes to ask how I came to certain thoughts, what lead me there, to this nonsense in my head, and sometimes i think he's just trying to fool me into telling him more so i always reply with, "no reason." I dont like sharing everything. And I had to watch them bury my friend amd i had to make myself remember the route to the cemetery so i could go visit, drop flowers off, poems, secrets, lovers. i promise i'll come have picnics with you, in the sun, with my lolita glasses on. and you see how quickly my mind jumps.a hundred million things racing around inside my head and i cant focus on just one, and this is the way with the men in my life too. it all becomes to much to just focus on one. let me split my love up among them. and i know what outfits you like the best. i always thought the spell was placed upon you but maybe its the other way around. maybe this is the other way around!

twenty five
years of heartache
it seems the hole in my heart
just gets deeper and more hollow
and the number of men
keeps growing, declining.
no one has ever counted the freckles on my body,
have taken no pictures, or whispered in my ear the word love.
the poems written about me, have never been seen though
im sure they exist.
i am no ones muse.
and these are things that occupy my mind
while im showering or trying to fall asleep
on the couch because the bed is too big for one.

unfinished....

new beginnings by choice, no force. love is in the air, this spring breeze. gentle touches that give me chills down my spine, patience leaves my legs shaking and I dont wanna wake up, use to the feeling of falling but this is too good, dont want it to stop, dont let it. mind is right, for once things are feeling good. eye contact. stares. and i know you can see yourself in my future. minds eye. ready to give up my old ways.


But than again i'm lonely, and its a different lonely than i've felt before..before I felt really alone, now it's just a feeling of something missing, someone. I never wanted to have children or get married but I think the fact that I'll be turning twenty five soon has been running around in my head and my thoughts on some things have changed. I picture myself with a man I love dearly, devoted, finally devoted to him. Being proud of the dinner thats on the table, having hope and faith in him and being their biggest fan. Unable to stay mad at night while I lay beside him, waiting until their asleep to tell them im sorry and kiss them on the back of their shoulder. Doing creative things together, making love in the afternoon, smiling from ear to ear all from a look. And then children...I think this only changed after I had the abortion..seeing one year olds smile at their mothers, such peaceful eyes. choosing the perfect name..picking out clothes for them, singing them songs my father sung me, teaching them the importance and rules of life according to us, parents. As they grow older playing my old records for them, telling them stories of my childhood, taking tons of pictures due to the lack of mine in the baby books that sit in my parents trunk. unconditional love.

And I don't want this now but maybe sometime when i'm ready and I find someone who wants to spend their time with me without excuses. When I find that guy who when im with the world quiets and disappears and we're the only two running around acting like teenagers, drunk and high off of each other. I want that. I want someone who tries to make me laugh not one who ask why im not smiling. The one who kisses me on my forehead countless times.

The thought arises that maybe I can't handle any of this, that maybe this isnt what I am, or want to be, that i'll never be emotionally stable enough to deal with having another person in my life, sometimes im just way too selfish. This is a dream world that society keeps forcing on me and my thoughts of love affairs, traveling the world because I have no children and I can do that if I want to, that I wont be able to stay with one man for the rest of my life...this all scares me but I know myself and I wont ever stop falling in love with people, never. And people won't stop falling for me and I can't always say no, I can't always do this. My heart pounds when im by him, around him, feeling his touch on my arm and face, my thighs and breast. How the hair on my skin stands up when i feel his cool breathe on the back of my neck. I want this. More than I've wanted a lot of things, willing to fight, to move on and leave my past in the past. And im scared that maybe i wont be able to do this, that the thought of another relationship will just stress me out, that i'll worry too much about this and that and what will happen in the future and I wont be able to just be here now with him. That it'll be too much for him to deal with, the way my mind works will be too much..it's always been too much for one to handle.