i like perfectly turquoise water, just not for drinking.
maybe it was the water spewing from the fountain that compelled me to tell you, or it's that you're one of the few people i'm completely honest with all the time.

everything, every feeling that i've been pushing down in the wake of well-meant and well-given advice, left my mouth. and not in any rushing flood, but gradually so.

all of that, that i have told you, is what has made me who i am and why i deal with this modern concept of "romance" the way i do. it's pathetic. i'm pathetic, and i know it.

but thank you for listening.

and you. i like you for all the same reasons that i had for falling for you. i thoroughly dislike you for existing in my life. i strongly detest that you have loitered in my mind past business hours, sir; please move it along. move it along. get.

did you know, almost months before we actually met, i'd seen you some wednesday nights before? i had no idea who you were, but i still admired you from afar. in a much weaker sense of the phrase than what's taken place over the past few months.

avoiding the sight of your face all last night. listening to one song all day.
i am causing my own grief, my own agony. i know that only i can do this, for the first time in my life, it's mostly my fault.

when i'm hunkered down, all i tend to listen to are piano keys.

-d