an ode to the hopeless, these are for you

i got stood up by the same dude for the 4th time but this isn't about him

i don't remember your name,
but i remember how it rolled off of my tongue.
i remember how it made my head turn as fast as air could fill my lung.

and even though i can't remember
the letters that string together,
i know it still drives me insane,
not in the good way.

and you know what else i know?

i didn't wanna change either.

but silky soft hands feel cold,
and my mother is growing old.
and when i see them lighting,
i tell them to pass me the bowl.

and life doesn't seem so scary,
when you're never in reality.