an angel once told me that once you whisper things to the universe, they are no longer yours. the things you say and do cannot be returned to your consciousness. your secrets cannot be returned. as a personal preference, i don't take exchanges, either. other people's reactions are beyond your control. these things all belong to the buyer. the receiver. the listener.
in six hours i'll be fast asleep in another land. a dream land. how extravagantly new! it's too bad you can't join me. it's too bad you returned your invitation and said i'm not that sorry, but i won't be able to make it! so i chuckle and throw it into the trash with the other invitations that got sent back with big fat NO's on them.
and GOOD LORD this is not a missed phone call or a letter sent to the wrong address. i really do not need you to return the favor. like i said, i don't take exchanges, either.
YOU ARE READING
a piece of heaven lives inside of me but i don't feel heavenly
Poesíathese words are rotten, but i'll say them anyways.
