I miss home and my poetry sucks and no one ever said it would be this hard to just live. I need balance and I need love and I need to feel like I’m important and I matter because I just don’t right now and maybe I don’t because I’m not.
ak, why does it feel so late?
And God said “Love Your Enemy,” and I obeyed him and loved myself.
‘If the girl had been worth having she’d have waited for you?’
No, sir, the girl really worth having won’t wait for anybody.
My eyes won’t focus on the world in front of me. I blink and see your collarbone. I rub away sleep from my eyelashes only to find tired dreams of your existence dripping into my consciousness. I just want things to be normal again. I want to look and see what’s actually there, because you aren’t anymore.
ak, blind ghosts
I think that I think too much and maybe you are everything that crosses my mind.