Thursday, May 9, 2013

Innocent


The page is from a pale lavender memo pad. I found it today, buried deeply in a box within a box. Today, I find it simple and naked, but unadulterated and sweet.

It was my first semester at college. I was still mixed up in some sort of complicated high school romance. (I don't believe high school sweethearts should stay together.) I wondered innocently what else the world would offer as I wrote the lines, propped up on an elbow and facing the wall. I remember the twin sized dormitory mattress, firm and uneven, covered in some sort of vinyl that would creak with every move. The mattress didn't bother me then because I had wrapped it up in the most predictable of leopard pattern sheets.

I was 19 years old.
How both everything and nothing have changed.


I like red painted toenails
     and independence
I like classic glamour
     and using words like
           fabulous
           marvelous
           scandalous!
I like feeling alive
     and music
I like learning people
     and being comfortable.

Don't lie to me

I want you to feel
my energy and
taste my passion

I like to be dramatic

     and honest

Be sincere with me

because I will love
you.
I am genuine. 


16 comments:

  1. I love this. Plain and simple,I do

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  2. Love that!!!! I wish I would have been that mature at 19.

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  3. Loved the poem!
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  4. Yea, that's awesome, Lulu. I enjoyed your flash back.

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  5. I love this last part of the poem

    Be sincere with me
    because I will love
    you.
    I am genuine.

    It is so true and touching and exactly what I am looking for, someone sincere, because I will love them, I am genuine... Your words gave me chills... <3

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  7. Red toes and leopard print sheets, you were a wild woman! I like this a lot. =]

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  8. You have always been -and will always be- so completely awesome it blows my mind.

    *hugs*

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  9. Both everything and nothing has changed. Ah, I can relate to this.

    I really like your blog, it really speaks out to me and makes me feel kind of nostalgic! In a good way though.

    I followed you.

    Did you write the poem at the end? I have a few things I have written myself, just let me know if you want to take a gander =)

    Corinne x

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  10. it's so strange seeing past versions of ourselves through old notebooks, what we used to write and how we've changed or not changed at all.

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  11. Ah! So plain, yet so beautiful. :)

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  12. Indeed, beautiful! My first drop by and an interesting read.

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  13. The things I wrote when I was that age are embarrassing. I've thrown them away in haste, upon rereading. Good for you for not being embarrassing.

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