I did it again
I fell in "love" again
It was with the same boy
And I wish that I could say that it's going to be okay
But unfortunately, I've already used up that line
You want to know how I realized I fell again
Well I'll tell you
Whether or not you want to know
It happened when I reached over,
Reached over from my back of the seat to the front of his
God and I wished I could have stopped it
Wish that it didn't happen
But that's an entirely new topic
Let me continue on to this one before I tell you the other though
I reached forward
Layed my hand on his head
I guess it hurt
The way he decided to pull away on reflex
That was what bothered me the most
The illusion that I could be someone cared for
And maybe yes I may be petty
Maybe overselling the fall that I took
But it did hurt
Hurt on a level at which the stages have no clear line
No it wasn't the same as the drug
Wasn't the same as the first time I heard of him with another
But it was the path, the jump from point A to point B that somehow went to C
That's how I feel
All over the place
With no clear coralaltion
I really need help with this
I need to reread the bible and oracle on how to renovate an organ that has been traumatized
I have to say that I am sorry
For I have decided in a split second to fall in love again
I have enabled the notion of war and made it feel like an honor
I told it to walk in but it misunderstood my invitation
I've told it to warm the palace up
And it did
But it left and ended up turning to a hell
I'm in rehab as of right now
In a room so empty that the word has lost its meaning
I'm still not over it though
And I think he knows
He must know
Right?
Right?
Know that I like him
A part of me feels like he does know
It'll just be a matter of time until I look back at these side notes and realize how shitty they are
And that will be okay
The moment that the line becomes a barrier
The time in which I remember why I do so well alone
Why my isolation is my home
Why the whole isn't becoming more deep
Don't worry I'LL tell you
This new medication that they will put you under will make you feel better
I promise that after the twelve steps, you'll feel like the new you
Step one remember that you can't even write his first name because the s in his name are yours
Step two look at his previous exes, a whole new level
Step three is the lack of first work, he's always telling you to look at your paper
Step four you're still in the friend zone, but he still hasn't called you a true friend
Step five he flinched at you, I scared him off again
Step six he's too far from your reach, he's on the other level
Step seven he's got too many "girlfriends," I'm the jealous type
Step eight he's got way too many guy friends, I'm the jealous type
And yes there is a difference
Step nine he is freely outgoing, it cost me too much to even say hi
Step ten I can't even read his writing, it looks worse than mine
Step eleven he drives, I'm the one who wants to be in charge of the vehicle
Step twelve, he broke my heart, I think I'll leave it at that
YOU ARE READING
Free Space
PoetryA series of poems containing things I wanted to say to people I can't bring myself to see. I began writing a couple when I was in middle school inspired by my elementary self and now up to my late teen years.