happy fucking birthday.

why cant you be the guy that i know and love all the time?
you're a fucking chameleon. which ones the real you?
the person you are with me or the person you are with them?
let me know, so i know who im in love with these days.


- love always, jenn.

so tell me darling, do you wish we'd fall in love?

so you say we're too young to be in love?
then, why is it, after everything we've put each other through, we're still here for one another?
does your heart leap when you see my face, as mine does when i see yours?
how do you feel when im laying in the safety of your arms?
when we kiss, what's running through your mind?
is seeing me, your favorite part of the day?
i have all these questions here in my heart.
but i wonder, if i asked them, would you tell me the truth?

- love always, jenn.

Walking Fast

He walked behind her, brooding, hands in jacket pockets.
She was walking fast, smiling, hands gesturing wildly.
He leaned against the fence, face next to hers.
She leaned against the fence, eyes scanning his.
They both saw blue.

He climbed the ladder to the loft.
She leaned against it's wall, yellow light bouncing.
They shot plastic berries and cherry tomatoes into the chili below.

He perched on the edge of the couch.
She lay on the floor.
He scooted off, took a pillow and lay down paraellel to her.
She moved her pillow closer, their faces were inches apart.
They just talked, speaking about everything.

He said, come here.

A voice from downstairs: a parent, saying, time to go, it was a goodbye free of kisses.