Then I said it. He said it too. I love you. And everything that went before meant nothing.

Words have power. The power to soothe. The power to skewer someone through the heart. The power to render someone speechless.

It wasn't my first kiss, maybe it wasn't my best kiss, but it was pretty fine, and the fact that he had asked will forever make that kiss stand out in my mind, touch my heart, make me remember a kiss so tender it made me cry.

And how can it be he's so in love with me? To grow up without love, and still have so much inside?

Without poetry, stories would be told in sepia.

I'd sleep outside naked in the blizzard,for you.

Girls get screwed. Not that kind of screwed, what I mean is, they're always on the short end of things. The way things work, how guys feel great, but make girls feel cheap for doing exactly what they beg for. The way they get to play you, all the while claiming they love you and making you believe it's true. The way it's okay to gift their heart one day, a backhand the next, to move on to the apricot when the peach blushes and bruises. These things make me believe God's a man after all.