I hope you can always find me in the crowd.
I Wouldn't Kick Her Out of My Head
I’ve had many different girls in my bed. But you’re the only who has stayed in my head.
But That's What Makes It Fun
I will never forget how much you meant to me and how little I meant to you.
Now I'm Awake
I wrote poetry for you, you played the piano for me. We made love. But I never once woke up next to you. That hurts.
I want you in my life so bad, I’d move back to Milwaukee. And I hate Milwaukee.
I was awake when you whispered my name and stroked my cheek.
Everything on my “to do” list got accomplished, except not contacting you.
I’m tired of “This isn’t a relationship” relationships.
A Bitter Almond
I’ve finally eaten dark chocolate-covered marzipan, and feel as though I understand you ten thousand times better.
I’d give up the world for you to call me just once more in the middle of the night.
Nori Nori Nori
It makes me laugh when I see those pictures of her trying to look sexy with a rice cracker crammed in her mouth.
I know you weren’t drunk enough to blame the alcohol. I was, but you didn’t need to get me drunk to kiss you.
I hold my breath when reading the Sunday Life section of the paper. I only let it out when I don’t see your engagement announcement in there.
There’s a guy in my building who looks almost exactly like you. He must wonder why I look at him about three seconds longer than is acceptable.
I really just wanted to meet your mom, so I could thank her.
Also, A History
I told someone our story the other day. They said it was romantic, but I had to remind them that it was actually a tragedy.
I asked you to prom. Not to spend a lifetime together.
What I wouldn’t give to feel that awkward around you again.
D for Effort
Why didn’t you try?
I always think of you as I fall asleep drunk; what gets me is that I think of you as I fall asleep sober.
I know I was crazy with you, but that was better than this dull, throbbing sanity.
Picture it: By the time you woke up, I’d be pouring a drink; you, crisp and efficient, me, a smudge in pajamas, longing to talk. A nine hour difference: insurmountable, we agreed, a telephonic disaster. Now, three years later, I’m still hung up on you.
I still smoke so I can remember you 20 times a day.
Not for Me
Though you really should change, don’t do it for me.
I can’t walk past the bench where I called my best friend to first swoon over you without my knees buckling.
My online life is a collection of updates, links and posts written with the singular intent of catching your eye and compelling you to comment. You never do. I hope you know I’m talking to you the only way I can.
You have better taste in music, but he cares about me.
You made me lose my sparkle. I got it back now.
I miss your car—the awful sound it made when it started, the manual windows and locks, and the box of condoms in the center console that we never got around to using.
I wanted a tour through your heart, but you gave me a video tour of the boys’ locker room.
About a Boy
I still have a list of all the movies we watched together. I think about you most when I watch “Waitress” & “Wristcutters: A Love Story.”
Loading New Data
What shows are you into now?
Whenever I want to remember why I shouldn’t love you I touch the permanent bump you gave me on my brow bone.
It has been weeks, but I am still unable to differentiate my own smells from yours.
I became the smelly dude with my friends because I never showered the days after I slept over at your house.
I started a new relationship to show you it was easy for me to move on. Meanwhile, you’ve moved on and I’m now trapped.
The face you made right before climax always reminded me of clowns. I hated clowns. So I’d close my eyes and fake it so you’d finish faster. Clowns don’t scare me anymore, but you still do.
I wish your new girlfriend would Pirouette out of your life, so I could Grand Jeté my way back in.
I tried my hardest not to fall asleep. I was sure that sharing a pillow with you and your smile was better than any dream I was going to have.
Every mix I make is still for you—just with sadder songs.
An Umpteenager in Love
You’ve left for the umpteenth time and I still can’t believe it feels as bad as losing the you first time.
I Want It That Way
I hated the sun for rising that night when we sang 90’s hits to each other under the covers.
Wonder if my MacBook warranty covers tear stains brought on by your rejections to my chat invitations.
When you spanked me it was fun; when anyone else tries I want to turn and hit them back.
All I Know
Because of you I don’t know how I feel about sex anymore. All I know is I want more of it, with you, and I can’t.
Out of Mind
I’ll remember you for the rest of my life, for both good and bad reasons, but I’m terrified you’ll forget me the second you leave.
The Song Tennessee--Not the Show
The moment I told you I liked you and the last time we slept together Arrested Development was playing in the background.
Sing in Me and You and Everyone
Too bad you’re everybody’s muse.
I wish there was a way to change the alert noise on Gchat. It’s never you on the other end of that chime anymore.
You agreed to my Facebook note when I said the best thing was a deep kiss…but I wasn’t talking about yours.