The Thought Has Cheered Me, And I'd

I Hate This Bizarre Policy Of Protective Exclusion, Because It Effectively Writes Me Off The Page.

Honey, I Plan To Marry You The Moment The Ink Is Dry On That Death Certificate.

You Do Right By Me, I'll Show You A Life Most Suckers Can't Even Dream Of.

I Stroke Her Lightly, Memorizing Her Body. I Want Her To Melt Into Me, Like Butter On Toast. I Want To Absorb Her And Walk Around For The Rest Of My Days With Her Encased In My Skin. I Lie Motionless, Savoring The Feeling Of Her Body Against Mine. I'm Afraid To Breathe In Case I Break The Spell.

Sometimes When You Get Older — And I’m Not Talking About You, I’m Talking Generally, Because Everyone Ages Differently — Things You Think On And Wish On Start To Seem Real. And Then You Believe Them, And Before You Know It They’re Part Of Your History, And If Someone Challenges You On Them And Says They’re Not True — Why, Then You Get Offended Because You Can’t Remember The First Part. All You Know Is That You’ve Been Called A Liar.