Adorkable

Airplane Bottle Party.

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I blame the bridge over the quad…

for why I talked to you so much

that year I spent growing up.

Writing you letters in Sharpie

so parts of words were left

behind for me to re-read.

We all bleed through paper

into these little black pools

we swim through together.

I spent Friday night alone…

sorting through airplane bottles

and writing out your poems.

Someone picked me up by the door

and walked me home in the snow.

I found my bed all on my own.

The Boston Marathon is on

my broken tube television…

The names of the runners are gone.

I blame the bridge over the quad

for why I fell so hard in love…for

years yanked out from under the young.