I am who you think I am.
MEGHAN CROSBY
Sunday, May 19, 2013
Monday, May 13, 2013
long live our youth & love
Before you, the thesaurus was my best friend.
You eyes are a sort of mirror, you reflect the good in others with everything you do.
How can I move on if my heart is still with all of you?
I remember
I remember my sister whispering lies to me on Sunday nights, about how my brother was adopted and then she would cuss just to make me cry.
I remember the first time I had allergies, my eyes were swollen and for the first time I hated the earth. Too much Benadryl.
I remember my dusty yellow room window seat and how that was the only place I could sleep on Saturdays when I supposed to be cleaning.
I remember the first time I started to care. My cursive wasn't pretty, I started to speak less, and people started to mention my smarts more than I wanted. I was the fastest girl in the class until one monday when I was slow and awkward and I didn't play soccer at recess anymore. I sat on the swings with the other girls and threw wood chips at the cute boys. And then I stopped singing out loud-- even in front of myself. I started taking naps and I started writing love notes because he started it. I remember the day I prank called him and then he cried when I told him I didn't like him anymore. His mom didn't like me after that.
I remember when she stopped calling me best friend.
I remember when he told me that I could choose to be happy then he taught me how to do the things that I loved more. He gave me books and cards and pep talks. I remember when we learned how to make pottery and then painted together all day long.
I remember laughing so hard we thought the raspberry and cookies-n-cream jelly beans would come out our nose. I remember the night we threw paper airplanes on your roof in the rain. I remember when we had an advice-column and your dog avoided me. We signed our names under the shelf in your closet before you moved. I remember our pill-bug races. We used to dance in your mom's bathroom and yell at your neighbors from her window. I remember the time we promised to still be friends when we are 80.
I remember the sunburns I would get in the part of my hair from playing outside too long. My feet always looked the same ways after hours of no shoes and grass and bike rides -- dirty and independent.
I remember the first time I had allergies, my eyes were swollen and for the first time I hated the earth. Too much Benadryl.
I remember my dusty yellow room window seat and how that was the only place I could sleep on Saturdays when I supposed to be cleaning.
I remember the first time I started to care. My cursive wasn't pretty, I started to speak less, and people started to mention my smarts more than I wanted. I was the fastest girl in the class until one monday when I was slow and awkward and I didn't play soccer at recess anymore. I sat on the swings with the other girls and threw wood chips at the cute boys. And then I stopped singing out loud-- even in front of myself. I started taking naps and I started writing love notes because he started it. I remember the day I prank called him and then he cried when I told him I didn't like him anymore. His mom didn't like me after that.
I remember when she stopped calling me best friend.
I remember when he told me that I could choose to be happy then he taught me how to do the things that I loved more. He gave me books and cards and pep talks. I remember when we learned how to make pottery and then painted together all day long.
I remember laughing so hard we thought the raspberry and cookies-n-cream jelly beans would come out our nose. I remember the night we threw paper airplanes on your roof in the rain. I remember when we had an advice-column and your dog avoided me. We signed our names under the shelf in your closet before you moved. I remember our pill-bug races. We used to dance in your mom's bathroom and yell at your neighbors from her window. I remember the time we promised to still be friends when we are 80.
coming
origami hearts and lanterns before the sun sleeps.
hold my hand before I miss you too much.
let's ignore our conscious and just pretend we don't know anything--all over again.
something about you is like a sunset-- because you're beautiful but, you just happened a little too late.
I don't know if you have enough teen-age fun, but that's kind of cute,
and you're really sincere when you're stressed.
I didn't see you coming and I didn't even see you when you were standing and staring and laughing and looking into my eyes telling me really nice things.
so when I take a step back I try to evaluate if I am feeling or thinking right now.
neither.
I haven't done my laundry in a while.
mainly because the things I forget about disappear.
hold my hand before I miss you too much.
let's ignore our conscious and just pretend we don't know anything--all over again.
something about you is like a sunset-- because you're beautiful but, you just happened a little too late.
I don't know if you have enough teen-age fun, but that's kind of cute,
and you're really sincere when you're stressed.
I didn't see you coming and I didn't even see you when you were standing and staring and laughing and looking into my eyes telling me really nice things.
so when I take a step back I try to evaluate if I am feeling or thinking right now.
neither.
I haven't done my laundry in a while.
mainly because the things I forget about disappear.
I hope that happens with you.
because, when you leave, I might wish we had more time together, and that might hurt.
too many things hurt too bad right now.
how to not
1. never learn how to blow bubbles with your gum--no one cares anyways.
2. yodel every other Monday
3. drink water upside when you have hiccups, maybe ask your dad to demonstrate
4. pretend to whistle when everyone's favorite song has that one whistling chorus comes on
5. if you really want to not, call yourself a leprechaun and eat some freaking cabbage
2. yodel every other Monday
3. drink water upside when you have hiccups, maybe ask your dad to demonstrate
4. pretend to whistle when everyone's favorite song has that one whistling chorus comes on
5. if you really want to not, call yourself a leprechaun and eat some freaking cabbage
you're welcome
Monday, April 29, 2013
can we just talk about now...always?
"I'm feeling that everything is moving and changing and growing. I'm feeling the ending."
(air)
"These things and people seem so important now, everyone keeps telling me, they won't matter soon, soon I will forget all about everything here and make better friends and do better things, they tell me that everything up to till this point in my life has been insignificant, people tell me that but if none of it matters after- why was I not just born at 19?"
And then you finally said something. "19 is too old to start at."
"But no. They say 19 is young, that real life is just beginning, that I've got my whole life ahead of me...but what about the 18 years I've got behind me? Why do I give other people permission to cast-away my youth and experiences, why do people feel like they can insult everything I've ever felt or done with light words like little and early? My life is young, but it's a collection of depth and intimacy--not just immaturity. I wish I could yell that at them."
"Youth is charm. When they are confused at your confidence with the future, look at them with those crazy eyes and yell at them all you want. People sometimes, just don't get people."
(air)
"These things and people seem so important now, everyone keeps telling me, they won't matter soon, soon I will forget all about everything here and make better friends and do better things, they tell me that everything up to till this point in my life has been insignificant, people tell me that but if none of it matters after- why was I not just born at 19?"
And then you finally said something. "19 is too old to start at."
"But no. They say 19 is young, that real life is just beginning, that I've got my whole life ahead of me...but what about the 18 years I've got behind me? Why do I give other people permission to cast-away my youth and experiences, why do people feel like they can insult everything I've ever felt or done with light words like little and early? My life is young, but it's a collection of depth and intimacy--not just immaturity. I wish I could yell that at them."
"Youth is charm. When they are confused at your confidence with the future, look at them with those crazy eyes and yell at them all you want. People sometimes, just don't get people."
Sunday, April 28, 2013
future suns
I really wish you were here to tickle my arm in church.
Every time you remember me, we talk.
And when we talk our eyes fight.
You are all easy-going and I'm goal-oreinted, so please only remember the lovely things I said to you.
When we go our separate ways I hope my face will surface in the clouds on sunny days--not in a Teletubbies way...but like a Mufasa way (with a little less drama and a little more cuteness).
Every time you remember me, we talk.
And when we talk our eyes fight.
You are all easy-going and I'm goal-oreinted, so please only remember the lovely things I said to you.
When we go our separate ways I hope my face will surface in the clouds on sunny days--not in a Teletubbies way...but like a Mufasa way (with a little less drama and a little more cuteness).
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