Presently Past

When we actually talked
For the very first time,
I had a hint
I was committing some crime.
Between friends and love,
A tiny white line
Separates the boundary
Of "you" being "mine."
But after you saw
That I was the one,
You asked me out
Under the setting sun.
And now, here we are,
Arch overhead.
We will be together
Until one of us is dead.
We may have met on a swing set
When I was 4 and you were 5.
We may have passed each other on the street
When my sister was learning to drive.
We both knew each other existed
Long before we actually met.
And if we did, I don't know how
I ever let myself forget.

Mirrors and Lipstick

The name you never wished to see
Written with the tacky pink lipstick
Is now on the bathroom mirror.

After a long, hard day of pain,
"He doesn't deserve you"
Is written on the wall.

You can't see in the mirror
Because of all the gossip
Scrawled on the glass.

Lipstick on your cheeks
As you watch her in the mirror
And think about your wife at home.

Excitement courses through your veins
As 12 screaming girls
Push and shove to get a look at their dresses.

Her full heart beats quickly as you
Apply the stains to your daughter's lips
And give her room to spread her wings.

The stench of alcohol on your breath,
Three stumbling men,
And you in your wife's bra and lippy.

Claire with a tube in her shirt,
Bender clapping slowly,
(Even though he liked it.)

"SPRING BREAK!!!"
"I love you!! --Ali"
Queen Amidala's lips.

Costume party--
The stick is now black
As the spider-webbed mirror looms in front of you.

My brother's mirror became
Covered in kissy marks
From his hysterically laughing mother and two sisters.