this imploding heart

the girls in their kneesocks, they've all got it made

Ooooh, baby fall do I love you. Yes.

I want to flip my hair over one eye and flirt with you at the bus stop. i want to put my hand in your coat pocket and rustle around in the debris. I want to chat with you in the round back metal chairs outside my coffee shop on the corner of P_ _ E and BEL_ONT where the paint was stronger on some letters than others. I want to listen to you whisper as I walk through you. I want to smell you all around when I wake up and I want it to be too cold to get out of bed in the morning. I want to hide from you in the bathtub while I read about Boo Boo and Lionel and the tiller of the little sailboat. Tap on my windows at night and leave notes etched in morning fog.