i am too full of life for this town. far too ambitious and far too wise. my dreams can’t materialize here.
as the dust settles, all i see is a mutilated version of who i used to be.
it is now december, and i have been feeling this way since july. that i am an impostor in my own life.
just because you are not mine, doesn’t mean i can’t wish you were.
how tragic it is, that my own brain poisons itself.
i hope you find your soulmate in this lifetime. my knees are bruised from praying that it’s me.
i swear it almost rained. i swear it almost washed out the whole world. i swear i almost gave up.
i do believe it would have been easier to have you ripped from me. because you’re still here, but i’m watching you undo the threads at a snails pace.
i love our mundane conversations more than i hav ever loved any boy. that’s how i know we are something true.
i am always short on words when i feel immensely.