i fucked up....

two years ago

i remember ...

staring at the sun
cuban sandwich shops
bell hooks
believing in drea smith
crayon colored mix cd's
your coffee and cigarettes
daily show when we got home ( back to your place)
late night conversations about everything
falling asleep next to u
waking up next to u
poetry
music
love
the first time we talked
the last time we talked
you trying to put me back together again
me being to broken to realize it
finally feeling understood
but
not being ready..

i hope u read this


love
drea