PlasticTeacupss

i always wanted there to be a streetlight in front of our house because i liked the way the orange light made the wet sidewalks look at night when i stayed up too late watching unwrapped on the food channel with my mom but i can only see one flickering across the street behind trees in front of the house where this girl used to live we found crayons between her floorboards the day she was moving out her lemonade stand always beat mine because she sold chocolate chip cookies and rice krispie treats now we're older and sometimes she comes into my work where i bake chocolate chip cookies and rice krispie treats but she's glut

sometimes i wake up and i don't think about the curvature of your lips; the way they slope at a deeper angle than mine, and how they'd feel against each other. sometimes i wake up and i don't think about the way your hands would look resting on my bed, and how nervous i would be to hold them in my own. sometimes i wake up and i don't think about the stormy sound of your voice, or the way it would sound right next to my ear before i fell asleep. when i wake up the first thought on my mind isn't always you, but after my first cup of coffee, it's all i can do to not think about it all.

I wish I had the courage to pluck you from the rim of my memory and discard you like a lost eyelash; blow you away and make a wish.