Terese, my best friend, thinks that I am most of my characters
"So you were playing yourself?"
I'm lovesick and old- she is me
He's sad and longing to make good- he is me.
I'm pretentious and naive- she is me.
I get all defensive and think, "No I'm not like that!"
But she knows me a million times better than most
So, she, of all people would know
And she's not me, so she would know
In another class we were thinking of what we put out to the world
And I thought, "Damn-she's the only one who took my heart when I offered it"
She reads all the oddities I write
And this means the world, really it does.
And maybe that's an integral part of why I love her so much-
I'm comfortable enough to rip my ribcage open to her
So when she sees glimmers of what was revealed in other things I do, she says
"Hey look, It's you!"
Even when I wasn't aware that it was me, at all.
It certainly doesn't help my case that I find Fredrick's drunk texts as charming as I do.
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