morning memories
you used to know
exactly what to say
to get me to fall
heart over head for you.
I don’t think I’ve been
as stupid since we
met. two college-aged
women floating through
the hell of living, just trying
to breathe.
I should have known you’d
grind me up into pieces
and leave me hopeless.
“but this is love,” I thought
“this is normal”– to have
my feelings go unacknowledged.
I didn’t know better.
but when I found better,
I did better.
it’s still during the morning
hours when I remember you.
your smile. your voice.
your poetic brilliance.
and now I don’t know
if it was your heart, mind,
or soul I was most attracted
to. I can’t remember.
is that normal?
do you know?
have you ever known?
A Cornered Gurl 
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