"Just because you miss someone, it doesn’t mean you should go back to them. Sometimes you have to just keep missing them until you wake up one morning and realise that you don’t anymore."
Perhaps we’ll find each other later,
when we aren’t two kids
scrambling to find a home.
Maybe we’ll intersect again,
with new collections
of memories and dreams
tied to our ankles,
searching for someone
to lighten to burden.
And maybe, just maybe,
next time the
I-love-yous will be real,
instead of muttered hopes
that left our lips bloodstained.
Do you want to explain to the next person I’m with why they can’t have all of me because you still have part? Or do I have to tell them how you took a piece of me that made me feel so alive? Because nothing else has made me feel the same since the last time your lips took my breath away and when you left, you left me laying on the ground gasping for air.
Nothing makes me feel like you did. Weed can distance me and alcohol can blur everything and the rare hours of sleep can temporarily delay everything but when it comes to why I’m up alone sitting on my roof, you’re the only reason. And I think id be ok if you were up here with me waiting for the sunrise. Except I know you’re not a morning person, so I don’t know why I got my hopes up.
MY MOM JUST TOLD ME TO CREMATE HER AND PUT HER ASHES IN AN HOUR GLASS SO THAT EVEN AFTER SHE’S DEAD AND GONE SHE CAN CONTINUE TELLING ME HOW MUCH TIME I’M WASTING.