Passionate. Love that. What I liked:

"while i'm overcome with caffeine and cigarette smoke and drunk compliments and that oh-so smug feeling of accomplishment exclusive to eating only twelve calories a day" - love the stream-of-consciousness feel

"as the sun debates rising the next morning" - I love that idea...that the sun may actually have a choice to make in the matter

"i chainsmoke and burn my fingers on half-dead lighters" - the half-dead lighters got me...great imagery

Plus, the fact that you didn't capitalize anything makes my heart go pitter-patter, because I enjoy doing that every once in awhile. I'm putting you on my author alerts. Keep writing! :)

"while i'm overcome with caffeine and cigarette smoke and drunk compliments and that oh-so smug feeling of accomplishment exclusive to eating only twelve calories a day,

as you toss an obligated-yet-subtle acknowledgementin my direction,

before quickly dismissing this painfully obvious

adolescent attachment of mine"

oh jesus. i read that and nearly had an embolism at the beauty & truth of it all. i can't explain it but.. GOD. it's GORGEOUS.

Lord, I love your poetry! It is so deep and always leaves me thinking about my own life and what exactly am I doing here. I absolutely adore the ending lines:

wishing i would have told you"i.used.to.write.you.love.poems"

that's the story of my life right there.

-andrea elisabeth

read a few other of your poems but couldn't comment on them. i'm starting to like your style lods : it's perplexing and complicated. this one was ... the last line was so touching because it sounded so innocent and childish comapred to the rest. like the person is so jaded and lifeexperienced on the outside, having gone through a lot, but inside she's still young. sounds like she's relating the chainsmoking and all that to the boy.

'tis all right, take in to account that pretty much every single thing my weary fingers churn out is for sam.

another excellent job. keep writing :D

Anytime I dedicate a poem to "the boy" and say it was the last one, it usually ends up being a lie. Still a wonderful job.

Last poem about the boy, or last poem period? I don't mind these poems...all of them are so good. So, is this a boy you kinda had the "fall in love with first sight" feeling with?