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X aesthetics

One.

Basketball shorts. Toyota Highlander. Walks in the woods. Movies. Lightning storms. Harry Potter. MacBook Pro. MySpace. Yellow prom. Handmade bracelets. Dorm room. Worn out shoes. Procrastinated writing. Second cell phones. Football games. Quilts. Blockbuster trips. Gaslighting. Peer pressure. Broken promises. Bitter tears. McDonald’s McDoubles. Swimming pools. Future dreams. Band competitions. Orange and black. Blond. Airplane parks. Road trips. Emotional abuse. Regret.

Two.

Goatee. Glasses. Tall. Wood wick candles. Cooking. Drinking games. Singing. Cotton candy hair. Windy walks through a small town. The pub. Video games. Magic the Gathering. Black and turquoise. Orchids. Apple picking. Chicken bacon ranch fries at 3 am. Hiking. Brown hat. Iron Man. Grilled cheese. Pistachios. Tetris. Pokemon. Orange is the New Black. Home built computers.

Three.

Beer. Concerts. Picking up at random places. Virginia. Capitals. Mount Vernon. Ice cream. Airport pickup. Photographs. Ginger beard. Hockey. Washington DC. Photographs. Pizza. Nationals. Metro. Southern cooking. Watching me brush my hair. Admiration. Sneaky videos. Crew. Back burner. Time. Zinburger. Dave and Busters. Tall. Breakup voicemails.

Four.

Work travel. Trains. Hockey. Michigan. PTSD. Blond hair. Hotel rooms. Toronto, Canada. Aviation. Off the record. Washington, DC. Virginia. New Jersey. Hipster work backpack. Metro. Cell phones and FaceTime. Williamsport, PA. Depression. Starbucks. Rainy museum days. Unclear priorities. Regret. Maegen.

Five.

Beard. Carpenter. Jeans. Cowboy boots. Beagle. Homemade moonshine. Cabin in the woods. Shooting at targets. Laughter. Construction. Work boots. Eating good food. Big booty. Short. Baseball hats. Omelets. Old bay. Wilbur chocolate. Long cuddling sessions. Heated blankets. Kissing on a construction site. Chicken parm. Sunday funday. Horse and buggies. House on the hill. Small town. Bumblefuck. Chalkboard paint. Caring. Heartbreak.

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Insecurities

My toes are crooked or shaped funny but they work well for going on up my toes to kiss you

My forehead is too big but it gives you a better target for forehead kisses

My hands are too small but they’re perfect for holding yours

My eyes are brown and sometimes squinty but they’re great to gaze into yours

My hair is long and gets in the way but your hands run through it so smoothly as I kiss you 

My hips are bigger than I’d like but your hands caress them as you kiss me

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Fading thoughts

My thoughts fade in and out like songs on vinyl when you can hear  the clicking of the record spinning between songs, between thoughts. A quiet metronome. click, click, click.  Nowadays, my record is spinning too fast. It’s hard to keep up with the times, the thoughts, the mind.  It all blurs.  I miss the days of simple ways. When we could listen to music and ask to hear it again, clapping and laughing singing along. Music is simple, but as it progresses becomes complex. I close my eyes and listen.  click, click, click.