Hypothetically

Poetry, Prose, love, and Roses

We were like red roses and leather jackets on Valentine's Day, we just went perfectly together. But over time red roses wilt and leather dries and cracks.

Remember all those plans we made when we were young? Was I truly that naive to think we could make it so far? Were you?

I hate to think distance will soon separate us, the thought kills me. Will you still have time for me? Will you find someone else? Will the distance be too hard? I miss you already amd you don't leave for another 6 months.

Hypothetical situations. Fake scenarios you make up in your head, but you ever have a fight with someone in your head and then you're actually mad at them for something that didn't even happen?

I was once told that scientifically one could not feel real feeling of love or intimacy until the brain reaches that developmental milestone at around age 21. Bullshit. What about all those teens that fell in love and lost it? The cancer teens that fell in love and lost it? How could you not believe that was true love. I would hate for anyone to have died or even lived without having felt that love that lasts forever.

I had my heart ripped out once by you but I still gave you a decent chance, why? Because I was dumb and naive enough the believe you actually changed.

I sit alone driving down your street that was once so familiar, now I don't even recognize your house.

You said forever then turned around and left me in the dust. I guess you didn't mean what you write in that song about me because you just made yourself a liar.

Kiss me before I fucking lose my mind.

I wonder if people think about their significant other's the way I do mine, because if they do they really should show it more because it sure doesn't feel like it.

But of course thus is all just hypothetical