atalanta

Wednesdays suck an immeasurable amount. Today in my Modern Love Poetry class we read the poem that I have posted below and it reminded me of just why I hate them so much. I am pretty much always busy and that does not help things when someone is so far away to begin with. Alot of things have been on my mind lately. I've been writing alot crazy poetry. Crazy in the sense that the thoughts and emotions that I would like to express get tangled up somewhere in the mess of my mind and what ends up coming out is nothing close to what I intended to write about. It is very interesting. I guess it's just my way of dealing with things deeper down that I need to get out. I never thought I would say this but I can't wait for summer vacation.



Lover

I don't just want
your heart
I want your flesh,
your skin
and blood and bones,
your voice, your thoughts
your pulse
and most of all your
fingerprints,

everywhere.

Nothing is more criminal
than love,
it steals hours from the day,
dreams from my head, the sun
from the sky,

perhaps it shone today,

I don't recall,
I distilled all your words
and made my own climate.