My name is Torrie.
I like to pretend I have it all figured out.
Confidence is my game.
I like those shows girls aren't supposed to like,
but a lot of them do anyway.
I like the sun shining on my face,
but I hate the way it never seems to touch my legs.
I like talk radio about 80% of the time
I love dogs and zoos
and running shorts.
I love maps and places I've never been
and coconut body spray.
I love pretending I haven't grown up,
When the truth is, I have.
I love coffee with cream and sugar,
but I wish I drank it black.
I love the color gray
and nail polish and messenger bags.
I love Vincent’s House at Arles and
my mermaid necklace.
I love the memory of your arms wrapped around me
and that stupid half grin.
I love the idea of you,
I still do.
I hate the idea of moving on.
I hate the fact that I have to.
But I can't hold on much longer,
Because it feels like you're just holding me under.