A Mug of Me
Stiffer than a Shot of Espresso

c.'s poems

2005-01-31
well, i just finished reading the last of c.'s poems. the folder had a ton of them. i emailed asking her when the most recent was, and she said two years. and they look it. not to cheapen her poems, because some of them are very courageous and emotional. she obviously was working out a lot of things in them. but they seem more college-like, something you might find some writing in the dorm lounge. sigh. but im just being a snob. something panther accused me of being, often. my poems are probably just as bad or worse. i think i'll just settle on the shocking fact that she let me see them at all. i had given up hope that she would bother with me. i'm still not falling for it, though. she might not be thinking this, but i know i could fall for this friendly gesture. i have been know to misread a situation. it might even be a hallmark of my life. so i left a few postnotes on some of the poems. i think that shows interest without showing too much interest. anyway, she's a drama girl. panther didnt like people who thrived on drama; people who need to be the center of it all. hmm, is that cause she needed to be? something to think about. funny, i'm still so blind when it comes to panther and our relationship.

well, i think this has been a good day. i wonder if i can keep this level of writing up, but we shall see. and i hope this is helping me.

night to whoever is listening...

you know who you are, anna, and i love you for it all.

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