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four year olds and saving seats

So…There once was this girl
who had somehow lived like
30 years in just half the time.The best part was
how she just knew that her soul could never die.
She could never possibly be crushed
just, slightly wrinkled
and then ironed right back out again
extra starch and all.

Sometimes she tells stories that forget to end
and to be honest
I kinda like it that way
i mean…i never want it to end.

She keeps my mixed tapes tucked into her boxers
and thats fine with me.
What I mean is
that I’m the only one who still has a tape player anyway.
The only one to hear every word
and take mental note of her lyrics

At least I like to think so.

So since you’re gonna grow up to be queen and all
then that like
makes me king or something.
Pull my sceptor and my crown from beneath the fire pit.

(how else is it gonna stay warm?)

I like your hands better that way … all worn.
I’m always lookin’ for the dent in your finger
the one that your pencil makes
like the callous on the ring finger of my right hand
because for some reason
i’ve always held my pens a different way
not the wrong way
just a different way.

See, I know this boy
and he reminds me of a tin roof.
He’s small
like pre-k small
and he’s a bit more fragile than most other roofs

His grandpa
he tells him that only sissy boys cry
so there are these days
days when I can just see the hurt welling up in his eyes.
the most virgin of virgin eyes
like the bluest blue in our carolina sky.
Like that song from Madona.

It’s those days that I think my heart just might break all the way in two
which would be just fine with me.
I’d put the two halves side by side
and say
here man, this bigger ones for you.

But see, what makes this boy so amazing
is that I just know
that without even being asked
he’d do the same thing that you would do
and he’d share his share away.

Dammit man
he reminds me of how rain always sounds ten million times better on a tin roof
and how, even if i end up getting crushed here
i mean, broken into a million tiny pieces
then she’s gonna step right up
step up to the plate, with some goofy bat in hand
just to remind me of the nights that the rain made me sleep like a baby.
How even now, with my body cast
it felt good for a while.

she’s magic like that.

they’re magic like that.

he’s seeing the whole world for the very first time
and her, she just acts like it.he’s always got something else to show me
and me, i’ve always got one more ‘short’ story
real quick. before you go!

He lives in the kitchen, in the tiny house that we imginarily errected
while her whole life would be made with simply a room and a dresser.

But then, I just know
that as soon as someone comes along looking all flea bitten
and asking for all but an extra grande coffee and the whipped cream
that room and dresser and even the whipped cream
it’s gonna be headed right out the window.

the best part is the way that i wouldn’t even mind.
i’m standing here all but crying
(the way us girls do at lifetime movies)
because dammit honey -
you friggin’ light my fire.
Even standin’ here in the middle of the polar ice caps
you’re rubbing your hands together on on either side of mine
making perfect use of the lesson on how friction produces heat.

Every negative has it’s positive, of that you would agree.
But you know just as well as I do
that when it comes to the part where every positive has it’s negative
you’re probably gonna stand right on my toes
and oh so calmly explain your point of veiw.
even if i yell and scream until my face is blue
you’re gonna make me understand.

that’s what I love.
that’s what I wanna wrap my entire fucking soul around.
I’ll sleep with one finger in your belly button
and another in your belt loop
because I know you wouldn’t
but I think I just might die if you leave.

fiercer than a hurricane
as calm and collected as a monk
i know that you’ll believe me when I say this
and i’d say anything you wanted to hear

i know i’m not the only one who can see…
babe – you’re the shape of the century.so, just keep listening
keep sponging every word
and i’ll keep your seat warm
for that one day
in the end
when you finally come home with me.
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