I am tall today. 5'11 seems like 7'5. I stretch long and lazy like a cat and think about how tomorrow will be just like today. I feel as though I am dis- gracing womanhood today. No gloss graces my lips, and no height comes from my heels. Clad in jeans and no shoes I think about all the things I have done to alienate those around me. I want to tell you about the knight in shining armor and the bartender on Bourbon Street, but I can't be incriminated for something I can't be sorry about. To make you cry would make me sorry, but the act itself did not, so thats why you will never know. I'm beginning to think I should just let you go. Turn around, Sweet Boy, and walk away from me. Don't look over your sholder. And I won't either.
Reason for writing:
I missed you guys!!!
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