band-aid

 


i look at your facebook page and see you with another new girl.
i'm ripping a band-aid off my arm, taking a bit of skin and hair with it.
eventually the ripping won't hurt anymore and
i won't even need the band-aid. 
but until then (i think it'll be here sooner than later),

i have a salve,
and friends,
and dreams so big
my arms do not fit around them.

waiting is very hard.
and believing in something you cannot see
or have never met is
even more difficult.

but that is how hope is sewn together,
how quilts are made,
how tides of people change things.

i am much stronger and older than i was last year,
i am more hopeful too.
it is all happening.
with no plans i am
full of possibilities. 

afterthoughts

it's really hard to see an ex run around your neighborhood with his new gal. still trying to get over this fact. i wonder when i'll ever get over it/him.
soon i hope.




it's odd how even when you know you are not meant to be w/ someone and you no longer want to be with them because they make you sick to your stomach, your emotions still act like you want to be with them. Even though you KNOW he was the biggest douchebag you've ever met in the whole entire world.

sleepwalking

i went to a house party last night. i met a HOT jewish montreal man. when he was speaking french to a french girl on the porch and smoking his cigarette, i knew i liked him. he's a PhD student. we ended the night dancing to Stevie Wonder and the Isley Brothers. He is moving back to Montreal in August, so I guess that's it. but it was fun.