I almost made it the entire day without remembering.
To think, a sweater is made entirely of knots. My stomach could clothe a village.
Love is an irresistible desire to be irresistibly desired.
8 years ago I came back from camping and found that you’d made me a random video of silliness and love, just to say hi.
How could I not fall for you?
I don’t think of me in terms of you. I don’t think of you in terms of us. I don’t think about us in terms of love.
Friendship is born at the moment when one person says to another: “What? You too? Thought I was the only one.”
I sat up all night waiting for this to be a dream. Or a joke. Or something other than what it was. Relationships don’t just end in three paragraph emails. You simply can’t disappear on me. It’s not fair.
I am not a business transaction you can just end on a whim. Especially not after you tell me you’re in love with me. Because you realize that’s kind of a MAJOR PLOT POINT. Because yes, we are a long story. There are plenty of twists and turns and an absurd rising action but very little resolution.
And you changed everything. So excuse me if I need a moment to gather my thoughts on the matter. I’m sorry I couldn’t get back to you sooner, but you see I had other matters to attend to, such as:
-Finding an attorney to help me voice my own guilt in our transgressions
-Condemning us both in verse. (Of course you’ll get none of the proceeds to the endless books I could write on our tumultuous love affair)
-Buying wool socks to keep my feet warm after you vanished from between my cold sheets
Oh and I forgot to vote because of you. Not that my opinion holds much weight in any election when you’ve just decided to run off and spill my secrets to the press that I’m a bad person, who actually likes to keep some things to herself to avoid the paparazzi and its starving lust at devouring what little I had to begin with.
And you think this is about you.
Bullshit. It stopped being about you the moment you stepped off that plane and came crashing into my life expecting me to love you. Just like that. Really though…I’m a mess in comparison. So don’t you treat me like I’ve made any plans to haunt you when I’ve got plenty of ghosts following me.
I’m sorry I didn’t live up to your expectations. But at least I’m still here, fighting. Even if it is in poetry. At least I’m here. Where as you are gone. Fucking coward.
With all due respect,
Just because you miss someone, doesn’t mean you need them back in your life. Missing is just a part of moving on.
The only thing I know is this: I am full of wounds and still standing on my feet.