Zarah Girvacci
28 years old
Two children
Works in her father's office.
You don't know what she does there.
She talks with a lisp
Rarely asks questions about you
She likes to touch your arm when she laughs
You make her laugh a lot
She heard you sing at Daemon's wedding
He thought we'd be good together
She "loves" your voice
You call her more than she calls you
Single moms are always busy
She looks too beautiful to be alone
She's too beautiful for you (don't laugh you idiot, it's true)
Remember her birthday is on Memorial Day
Her lips felt like quiet pianos the one time she pecked your cheek
There was music on her breath
You hate when she calls you "sweetie or hun"
She's too young to sound like her kids are grown
You like when she calls you in the morning
She likes phone sex
Your phone bill is too high
You think she's seeing other people
Her children's father is over quite a bit
You know you won't get Zarah in the end
Beauty like hers make you a dreamer
She's so nice and isn't purposely leading you on
She hasn't called in 2 days
Her favorite cake is Red Velvet
You should bake her one
That kid in Napoleon Dynamite says you should "build her one"!
(Don't laugh you idiot, it's true)
She loved the cake
Her kids did too
Her kid's father did not
She calls you everyday now
You make her "feel very important" she told you
She makes you feel "less than"
It's not her fault
You know you have no long term chance
That cake was too sweet.
That cake bought you more time
More time means more feelings
More feelings mean more pain
More pain means you screwed up again
She got back with him again
You told her you'd still be her friend
You idiot!
You are a moody friend
Zarah calls too much
YOU ARE READING
MY little BROWN BOOK
PoetryThis is a collection of poems I wrote in an attempt to highlight moments of my past. People used to have a little black book they kept numbers and addresses of people they were involved with or interested in. So I decided to share some entries from...
