Closed Book

I don't understand you.
I don't "get" you.

we can get along
we can talk
we can laugh
we can hug
we can cry
but do we understand each other?

you say I can read you
like a book
but I can only gather so much.
I miss a lot
because I can't read between the lines.
I can't read the fine print.
and sometimes
you close the book to me.
sometimes
I feel like I'm back in fourth grade
trying to find out what's wrong
only to find that they're ignoring me.
are you?

I find myself looking
at that danged buffalo on your back
more than I see your ever-loving face.
why?


-I know I read into things way too much and that she's probably just stressed and frustrated and doesn't realize that she seems to be avoiding me, but I still hurt. You know?-

<\3 = brittany

In Your Car

in your car
it's the time and place
for everything under the sun.
crying
laughing
fighting
hugging
kissing
crushing
holding
loving.
I've been everywhere
in your car.
to the depths of despair
to the very heights of simple joy.
in your car
time stops
parents are silent
and friends are forever.
in your car
nothing matters
but the next party
or the next sleepover.
in your car
I can be me
you can be you
and we can laugh and sing and cry.
in your car
it's the time and place
for everything under the sun.

-It's true. I've done practically everything in her car.-

<3 = brittany

Days Go By

I don't get it
sometimes we have
great days.
days when we laugh until we cry.
days when we get along and talk
days when we insult each other freely
(and kiddingly).

but mostly we have
horrible days.
days when we're at each others' throats.
days when we hate each others' attitudes.
days when we scream and yell and fight and cry.

I can't stand this anymore.
I love you.
I really truly do love you.
I want you to see that
but you never do.

we only get along
when we're too tired to fight.
when we're too tired to snap.

mama,
I love you.
mama,
I care about you.

mama,
I'm sorry.


-I just want these fights to be over.-

<|3 = brittany