literature

matchstick houses are castles

Deviation Actions

lovephysics's avatar
By
Published:
587 Views

Literature Text

we lived in matchstick houses and
licorice forests. you called me baby
and i called you sweetie, honey, dear.
you took my hand and lead me straight
into life lessons, like how to casually
throw in a cuss word, like a hello-smile.
you taught me that when people throw
orange peels, paper plates and axes at
you, it only means they love you.
i taught you what it really means to
be sedated emotionally, and how to win
a girl in fifteen steps.

spencer, it's okay to walk around
in a too-big shirt and eat two-week
old brownies.
spencer, you told me i would be prettier
with blue eyes, or green eyes, or any
color other than cinnamon.

that day i took over fifty photographs
of myself, and in each one i scribbled
over my eyes in
all the colors in the sky, except for fawn.

we used to sit on wooden benches in
public places, and share secret glances,
because i was the girl nobody liked, and
you were the boy everybody loved. maybe
that was why it could never have worked
out, if you really wanted to hold my hand.
(i think you were lying, though, and that
you just wanted to impress my pretend
cousin, judy. that wasn't really her name,
though, and she was not my cousin. we
were watching big-kid television shows,
like judge judy, in between putting on
movies about princesses, and happily-
ever-afters that could never happen to me)
if you really wanted to get close to me
i guess you could have called me, you had
the class phone number list.

you are a heartbreaker, and i think that i
am a long-term commitment.

spencer: don't try to fix me. i like
being broken, because broken things are
prettiest.
spencer: i like you with the kind of eyes
that you have.
spencer: i'm sorry that i'm not filled with
sunshine. i'm sorry that i always thought
that rainclouds were wonderful, and that i
couldn't capture the stars in my eyes and
my smiles.

we never could solve those matchstick problems,
without peeking at the answers, or looking at
the hints. the day that i found the chemical
formula for love, you decided that licorice
smells best when it is melted.
(i feel sorry for the gumdrop bluejays,
the paper planes and
sometimes i feel sorry for me.)
spencer: you only ever text me, and sometimes i forget what your voice sounds like.

spencer: i write poetry about you, and you don't know.

sometimes i pretend i am a princess from a faraway land, and that i deserve someone like you.

i think i am going to write more about matchstick houses.
© 2008 - 2024 lovephysics
Comments19
Join the community to add your comment. Already a deviant? Log In
Loisdotcom's avatar
Wow, amazing. Really well written. :heart: