Matty-inspire haikus by Christina:
His hair like the sun
eyes so blue they pierce my soul
Matty’s bedroom eyes
render me speechless. My mind
shouts only: MATTY!
I could live off your soft lips,
ripe for the kissing
Mystic Falls, VA
Home of my light in darkness
Matt, my soul, my love
Eyes the deepest blue
windows into your soul. I
could fall forever
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Matt: Do you know what I was doing tonight, Mom? I was having fun, you know, trying to forget about all the crap that I have to deal with everyday. Just enjoying a night with my friends. And then, there you are, wasted at the bar – where I work, by the way, to pay the bills that you don’t pay. And then you’re off acting like a freakin’ kid, hooking up with some guy half your age. I’m the kid, Mom. You’re supposed to be responsible for me.