(This is for you)
I’m feeling wistful and full of longing.
If you were here, I’d kiss you
So it’s better that you’re not.
I want to go back to the people we were.
To grab their faces, to shake them, and yell,
“Don’t do what you’re going to do to each other!”
I’d tell them how it fell apart.
Perhaps they’d behave differently.
I’d go back to those people
Even if I couldn’t change anything.
I’d go back just to look at us,
How we were.
To see it again, I’ve almost forgotten.
I would heal all of us. I would walk around touching the shoulders of everyone who was feeling broken, worthless, and unlovable if I knew that said touch would change their thinking and make them better. I would touch shoulders until my hands grew numb or rough and started to wither away. I would…
Nights like this I question, doubt and/or second guess everything. ALL AT ONCE. Asldfkjasldfjlaskdjf information overload. Guys, I’m freaking out.
That’s it, I quit. I can’t do life anymore.
In related news, BOYS MAKE NO SENSE. Why do they always reappear in my life and start talking to me with interest only after I’ve mentally crossed them off my checklist of potential somethings. Seriously, get some freaking consistency. Is that really too much to ask?
