The Life of a Premature Metro Goddess

I didn't realize until last night that I hadn't written poetry since November...that is a long time. Yay for new stuff... And I Said I said I want it messy, We all know what that means. I want it like it was before, With all the ones there was before... But before is before I knew you, Before you knew me, Before we knew what we could be, What we would be, And so this is where I am. I say I wanted messy when this is what I mean. I want you wanting me; Heart beating, Heavy breathing, In between moments and seconds In between you. Your lips and my hips Damn this space in between There’s no space between And you know what I mean In between me and you. I want body shivering Legs quivering Passion exists betwixt… I want you, I need you, You Love Miss Kiss Kiss me slower, Kiss me lower And now I’m drowning in what we are. And to think that before I never, Maybe we’ll do this forever Maybe you have me If you want me Then I’m yours. But do you have me? I mean if you want me… And then… I...

Can someone explain to me this whole Vera Bradley phenomenon? Does everyone even know about it? Ms. Bradley is like the new Louis Vuitton bag to some. A simple bag, ranging from purse to diaper, that appears to be made from an assortment of printed quilt like material. My first introduction to Ms. Bradley was at my Alma Mater, all the rage at this conservative, Southern, liberal arts school in Virginia. Ms. Bradley was and is making money out the wazoo. And what is it that she has? I’m unsure, but what I do know is that patterns and quilt like material aside she has girls running to the bookstore on the regular dropping 20’s on pencil cases, and 50’s on mini purses, I dare to even consider the price of the coveted duffel. She’s got your boyfriends running in and doing the same, all to fall swiftly and smoothly into the crosshairs of your good graces. Low and behold upon leaving my lovely little school, Ms. Bradley is everywhere…EVERYWHERE. Shop windows, on the Metro, in the Cosi...

Sometimes I just like it to be messy. That is what I told the best friend yesterday. That is what I then told BFEBF, because it is true. What do I mean by that you ask? I mean sometimes love is amazing. Sometimes the intense emotional care and concern is overwhelmingly amazing and time transcending. But then along with that sometimes you just want to be wanted so much that the other person canÂ’t breathe. Sometimes you want it to be heavy breathing, hands everywhere, "not so fast", "don't push that hard", clothes anywhere, up against a wall...messy. I say that wanting you to retain in your head my great love for the virginity I still have...you figure it out. Love vs. Lust, Nurture vs. Nature...2006. It's ok for a girl to pick any of those. It's ok to like it messy, to get it messy; because sometimes a girl doesn't need to hug, sometimes a girl just needs to be pushed up against a wall and that is ok. Yea, sometimes I like it to be messy. ...

I am happy! Did I just type that, is it possible that I could truly be at that point so quickly in the midst of my wanton in between? I should begin by saying I can't talk. My voice kind of escaped from me at some point during An Inconvenient Truth at the E Street Cinema. I went in with a voice, I came out... No voice. Maybe it got trapped in between the seats or something. (By the way GO SEE THAT MOVIE AND STOP DRIVING AMERICAN CARS...:-D) Now let's just get to the point; no beating around the bush, no background then easing you into the decision I have made. I like my best friend's ex boyfriend. Close your mouth, get that look of shock, disdain, and disgust off of your face. I cannot see it anyway and thus it really has no effect on me. Now don't we all feel better? This was not some rash, spur of the moment, underthought decision. It took some time, some evolving, some very important conversations, and much needed evaluation of exactly what it is that is going ...