They say the things that you first fall in love with in someone are the things that you will eventually grow to hate. I didn't think this was true, but.
I used to love the way you would flit from project to project, idea to idea, passion to passion. Like an indecisive hummingbird that wanted a taste from every bloom.
I used to love the way you would invest yourself so deeply in an idea, a tv show, a book. Life was always exciting with you because you never let yourself be bored, never let things get boring. The second something lost your interest you moved onto the next thing and the next and the next.
I guess I didn't really grasp that meant people too.
You were always my indecisive hummingbird, but I didn't realize I was just another pretty bloom.
YOU ARE READING
Lungs and Coffee Cups
Poetry"I believe we hold our feelings in our lungs, and at the bottom of empty coffee cups" The life and writings of j.l., a book of poetry containing absolute devastation and pure joy.
