i don’t care
call me intelligent
tell me my laugh is contagious;
that i made you smile
tell me i have something to offer
contained a natural pain killer, opiorphin,
and when they tested it, they found it was
six times stronger than morphine.
Maybe I did not love you.
Maybe I only loved the way I felt healed after kissing you.
over the past couple of weeks, i asked some friends to explain their personal definition of dating. based on those responses, the compilation came down to a few criteria for two people to be considered “dating”: they have to be mutually exclusive, there has to be a spark of romantic intimacy, and, naturally, physical attraction to the other person to a point where it’s more than just a hit-and-run.
i’ve been…hanging out? hooking up? with the same guy for three weeks now. every single day, for three weeks, we would see and hang out with each other. if we don’t hook up, we find ourselves doing “relationship”-y things (ex. going shopping, holding hands, kissing each other goodbye, ect.)
what is that. he says we’re “having a good time.” no, i may not want a relationship or a boyfriend but i do know that if he were to hang out and kiss another girl like he kisses me, i would go nuts. i’d much rather not know
dating is such an arbitrary term.
Gatsby believed in the green light, the orgastic future that year by year recedes before us.
and hug your own curves.
You are made of waves and honey
and spicy peppers when it is necessary.
You are a goddess,
I hope you haven’t forgotten.