naw…she’s not really just a breezy.
let’s just say that she captured my whole imagination. in fact, i’d venture to say that i was in “love” with her. and she was generally a bunch of letters, numbers, persian love symbols, and kisses on screen. i was too, so i really, really, can’t front. all i remember was logging into my yahoo.com account and going to the black chat room because there wasn’t enough black people around me at the time (aka college.com).
so, when i found this lovely mirage, that soon turned out to be a crystal geyser of refreshing “refreshe” (safeway.com), i was “internet sprung”. that means that was sprung offa someone that i have only interacted with (can you call it “met”?), off the internet.
fuck it, MET off the internet.
intergalactic black boy found a breeze offa yahoo.com and now i’m writing love poems.
have you ever written a love poem? i bet you have and i bet it probably in the 7th grade last time you did it. i need to write more love poems.
here’s one of our first interactions. it’s actually one of my first thoughts of her that i let her in on…most of these dirtyverbs are mine and mine only…i can’t attribute these silly thoughts to her, simply to my deranged, drug-induced mind.
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Hi.
I am …your friend
Remember?
Like the very first time
I said
“Hi Friend”.
I miss
The reality of your
Voice.
Overpower the silence I have
created in my mind.
Do I love
U…
Or me?
Can I love
U…
And me?
U mean,
I don’t have to sacrifice
My self…
4 u 2 be
Your
Self?
I am raving
In2
The joy.
It is fantastic thinking of u.
And Do u really exist
Outside of my head?
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[end] dirty?yes.
