this life is a coloring book.
putting dings in the damp pages bent,
adding orange to my x-ray.
an ecstatic x-addict,
shielding the book in my coat
through the rain to my dorm
or professor’s classroom.
pressing seventeen into the microwave,
because that’s how old ‘she’ was when we unofficially met.
shit, that’s just an old habit.
like sleeping on rainy days,
or staying awake past 7 a.m.
trying to cut back on electricity
with no known way to manage my diet or budget.
while losing my female so called best friends to their boyfriends.
someone i can’t see myself being.
apparently lovers are people with looks
and their money well spent.
we’ve all come equipped with enough problems
to put our therapists’ kids through college.
no twenty year old pretty girl can know this plane,
like i could never appreciate the oppression of women.
i’m not in college, but if i would’ve stayed focused on school, i would be at this age and time. this one also touches on the current state of a long distance friendship i’ve had over the past couple of years.
originally written by typewriter in late febuary of 2012