p.p.s. that wine was really shitty

last night i lay in bed in my skinny leg pants and pastel plaid halter top reading a book of love poems from a poet to an actress
it started from the beginning, before they even really met and i think it ends when he dies, he's much older than her, i don't really know the ending just yet...but i peeked a little bit
i drank this red wine the whole time...it was supposed to taste like fruit and chocolate. but it tasted like water and shitty wine.
normally i get drunk half way through a glass, and last night was a normal night
i easily lost focus on a page and found myself thinking of the first time i made love, not sex, love
i'm surprised i remember every detail of how it began
the Appleseed Cast and dimmed lights, my teenage room and scared teenage mind
and he told me, " You're beautiful."
i don't remember anything after that,
but how kind and gentle you always were in that relationship...
especially in my reckless state of mind
i don't know if i really meant it last time we talked,
but i'm sorry for my carelessness

p.s.

how ironic is it that this new, beautiful, amazing love i have found started out with the same band? i just realized this.

p.p.s. that wine was really shitty