52 writings

xvii.

the way you never respond to any of my messages is, I guess, a blessing

you've got my back when I fall off the wagon

yeah I'm jonesing

yeah I don't need this and you know it

what a wise old owl white knight keeping away the danger

lock and key

but hear me out

concept:

you respond that you don't love me then that would be a thing you say

feel free not to respond because,

that is,

a great way to deal with these things

no I don't love you

honestly, I'm glad

it changes things, the story I've been telling myself

and maybe, that's a good thing

I've gotta say the way I see love these days is something to be freed from

it must feel so good

like the breeze in your hair for the first time in several months

except it's been years

carpet and linoleum tiles

we didn't know anything at all

god I wish it'd let me go

as if love is a prison warden, a sentient being

it's naive to think that love has any power, that you aren't in control of your feelings

it's stupid to claim you're powerless to it

what are you really powerless to?

love ain't it

escapism?

I am sick

I am very very sick

what is love, if it is not an unstoppable force

if it is not breaking you in two

what were the last three years of my life if not a waste

what would you say if I told you I fell in love again

if only for a month