I'm so jealous of my past-self, when love reigned 'pon me like an open wound, all sore and fragile..
I spent those days like ashes out a car window..
But what did I know, I thought them abundant. Brushed love off like chickweed tussles after a nap in the grass.
I'm a fool who'll die kicking himself for such selfish stupidity.
I've wasted a full life colored in pride and luster.
I miss my daydreamt longings.
Those far-away, never-gonna-happen love affairs of sorts that I know now were held weak and stupid in my mind alone.
You know how I get.
Sorry bout it. But I do.
I don't even know me, let alone you or us.
Still, my love for you hunkers in the corner, starved for a distant appreciation that only you have ever been able to shelter me with.
In other words, I miss you something fierce sometimes. And that some time is now.
