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The things I care about.

I cringe at the hour of time you wake.
Drawing closer, your breath on my skin
Collecting in small vapors, caressing my neck.

I wait in torn pages.
Worn down and ripping along the edges like fire
Whipping away entirely and searing in ourselves.
Two broken music boxes no one listens to or cares about.

I sat long hours waiting.
For a promise you kept to me.
The notes I left on your bed.
The things I gave you.
The portraits in my heart fetter at once.
Falling fast with weighted shackles to the death.
Cascading down to the last line.
Because you never have the time.

I read halfway and skimmed the rest.
I wished and waited but nothing came.
You washed away the tethered best and now all that’s left are shadows kept in forbearance to the chain.

The things I care about.

—
Zoey Joy

Make This Mean Something Important:

You’re cool. You’re awesome. You make every moment incredible. I love spending time with you. I love being with you. I love the way you smile. I love everything about you. I love the way your nose crinkles when I compliment you. I love telling you everything that’s on my mind and not having to think twice. I love the way you move against me while you sleep. I love how much you make me laugh. I love the way you take my hand in public and show me off to the world. I love your obsession with Depeche Mode and vinyl records. I love playing video games together. I love your nerdy goofiness. I love how you listen to me. I love how your arms feel so warm when I am in them. I love leaving cute little notes for you to come home to. I love watching movies with you. I love dreaming about you. I love telling you how amazing you are. I love sharing things with you. I love waking up to you. I love being passionate with you. I love attempting flight with you and falling to the ground, laughing while people stare at us. I love how you never give up. I love hearing your stories. I love playing music with you and hanging out with all your friends. I love that we haven’t known each other that long, but are crazy about one another anyway. I love all the things we haven’t done yet and I love all the things we will do, but most of all, I love how this isn’t even half of the things I love about you.

We say it all the time in different ways and yet we don’t say it at all. 

So I would like to take this post and make it a little monument of the moment. It’s not much and it’s not some crazy romantic thing like I wish I could have done, but at least the world will know…

I love you. 

The “I mean it” kind of love. The kind of love that everybody wants every day and the kind of love some people never find. 

Don’t think of it as some sort of “next step” commitment or “moving too fast” thing. It’s just a remark of my feelings for you. You don’t even have to feel the same way or say anything at all if you don’t want to.

I just thought you should know that I do. A lot.  

I Feel Stupid.

I have a lot of potential for a lot of different things.
I have many dreams and ambitions. Some people think I’m crazy.
I know you have these too.

We can’t force anything. No matter how much we want it.
Maybe I’m talking about nothing, but I doubt it.
I think you’re incredible, breathtaking, and I’ve only known you a little while.
I want to see you.

So, let’s walk to the next stoplight. Hundreds of miles. 
I’ll count the steps and exhale all my butterflies. 
Like the shadows between stars that still shine. 

We’ll awake under cherry blossom spring and watch all the pretty things pass us by.
Dancing in your living room. Stained carpets and sparkly shoes. 
Lights down low. Raindrop melodies. Fading arpeggios. 

I get petrified of my own mistakes, but you always know what to say.
I’ve never danced before. Not for real. But I want to dance while I’m in your arms.
We’re not perfect. But I’d rather be a mess with you. A perfect mess with you than with anyone else.

Shameless. Timeless. Just can’t hide this. 
These memories are settling, just starting to stain.
You’re bolted on my heart already. 
I tell you too much.  

And I feel stupid.

This is Why I Love Folding Silverware at Work

I hate working menial jobs at restaurants and I’m not very good at it. But I love folding silverware because at my particular place of employment, the forks and knives are all different shapes, sizes and designs. The process is rather simple, stacking the fork on the knife and rolling them up together nicely in a dainty little napkin. 

I’ve decided that the knives are males, the forks are females, and the napkin is marriage. All the different shapes/sizes/designs have different personalities. There are many possible combinations of couples:

Artsy
Business knives/forks
Construction workers
Pop Stars
Plain Janes/Jims
Gnomes/trolls
And many other different types of fork/knife. 

As I am folding the napkin, I think very deeply about the possibilities and consequences of the relationship I have just created….For example, if I pair a pop star with an artsy fork/knife, that may just be terrible. One is mainstream and the other is a hipster. I just couldn’t feel good about myself marrying these two utensils. It just wouldn’t be right. So, I do the right thing by separating them and finding a more suitable partner. 

I’m sure fellow employees who see me “matchmaking” silverware are probably a little freaked out. But I find it necessary that customers receive happy utensils.

Plus, it’s a lot better than scraping chicken carcasses off of plates. 
And a hell of a lot less depressing.

—

Zoey Joy 

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Did you just cast Firaga? ‘Cause my heart burns for you.

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M&M Duels.

Whenever I get a package of plain M&Ms, I make it my duty to continue the strength and robustness of the candy as a species. To this end, I hold M&M duels.

Taking two candies between my thumb and forefinger, I apply pressure, squeezing them together until one of them cracks and splinters. That is the “loser,” and I eat the inferior one immediately. The winner gets to go another round.

I have found that, in general, the brown and red M&Ms are tougher, and the newer blue ones are genetically inferior. I have hypothesized that the blue M&Ms as a race cannot survive long in the intense theatre of competition that is the modern candy and snack-food world.

Occasionally I will get a mutation, a candy that is misshapen, or pointier, or flatter than the rest. Almost invariably this proves to be a weakness, but on very rare occasions it gives the candy extra strength. In this way, the species continues to adapt to its environment.

When I reach the end of the pack, I am left with one M&M, the strongest of the herd. Since it would make no sense to eat this one as well, I pack it neatly in an envelope and send it to M&M Mars, A Division of Mars, Inc., Hackettstown, NJ 17840-1503 U.S.A., along with a 3x5 card reading, “Please use this M&M for breeding purposes.”

This week they wrote back to thank me, and sent me a coupon for a free 1/2 pound bag of plain M&Ms. I consider this “grant money.” I have set aside the weekend for a grand tournament. From a field of hundreds, we will discover the True Champion.

There can be only one.

Right now, there are people all over the world who are just like you. They’re lonely. They’re missing somebody. They’re in love with someone they probably shouldn’t be in love with. They have secrets you wouldn’t believe. They wish and they dream and they hope, and they look out the window whenever they’re in the car or on a bus or a train and they watch the people on the streets and wonder what they’ve been through. They wonder if there are people out there like them. They’re like you, and you could tell them everything and they would understand.

And right now, they’re sitting here reading these words, and I’m writing this for you so you don’t feel alone anymore.