portrait in various shades of melodrama

I am nervous

 unsettled, unprepared,
impressed to the point of
intoxication

perhaps I am playing the part of

a girlchild, reincarnated from something striped

hands-shaking, violin bones (high-

strung)

perhaps it is/has been/will be

you

is it cliché to make comparisons to

kryptonite, to

an envelope delivered with a

white settling of

anthrax?

your smile tangles with the

half-poetry you breathe out instinctively, sharp and

wintered

you are surprising like

frostbite. the soft teeth of morning

freeze; and I, dull, wordless,

naive and lightning-struck

I am nervous

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I like boys with strong convictions
and convicts with perfect diction
underdogs with good intentions
amputees with stamp collections

-Kimya Dawson, so nice, so smart
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hm enigmas.  you don't meet very many of them which is sorta the point...  or you could argue that everyone is an engima.  or that no one is.  but please don't.