B-day!
2007-09-13 - 6:04 p.m.
I love the smell of wax and sulphur after the birthday cake candles have been blown out. I'm not trying to brag or to make her sorry for the sense she lacks, but I just wanted to say. It's her birthday today, and it's not like I just have to square off the calendar day, and remember what that holiday meant to me at one time. She still wakes up next to me (at least in my mind), and she still breathes me into a lullaby. She still loves me, and I think she might be The One. I keep bringing up X-Mas with my mom, but I get ambiguous answers, never full answers.
I wish I could write fiction. I wish I could write poetic prose. I wish I could write poetry. I wish I could write.
Damn block.
Me.
Ps. Happy birthday, hon.