untitled

I miss him you know. I feel like I’m not entitled to miss him, but I do.

There’s a history there. I’m not proud, but it’s ours.

And the guilt and frustration Cuts into me like a drug

Those moments where he understood me more than anyone else

will not be forgotten

He breathed life into me when I was alone

Shattered. Broken.

I said crazy.
He said crazy hot.

We agreed to disagree.

He saw me at my worst. But still saw me.

Knew me.

Understood me.

I can’t explain why it matters so much.

But it does.

I see him all the time; on campus, at the park, near the bridge.

But I know.

I know he’s gone.

We made a muck of things and I couldn’t be there

He saved me, and I didn’t even know when he needed the same.

I feel like I’m not entitled to miss him.

But I do.

unfnished thoughts

I make a habit of exploring the possibility of pragmatism

It doesn’t suit me well

Of course not, “she who complicates the uncomplicated with over analyzation and rhetoric”

It seems childish to want to do something so completely contrary to one’s nature

But what am I, if not a product of paradoxical idealism and happenstance