so why the long face?
what’s ailing you today?
i am confused.
about love? again?
no, about me.
about your skin?
about the directions your eyes take?
or about the growing all wrong feeling?
about “me in love”.
about “me” and “love”.
so is your skin cracking like mine?
has loneliness finally figured out how to hurt you best?
is it about why there is so much of love in this world
and why only you aren’t getting any?
no, it is about getting a bit too much.
about finding love again and again,
and being loved back again and again,
and before you get irritated,
it is also about love ending again and again.
so do you hate them for the end?
or are you still loving them when you shouldn’t?
i haven’t figured out that yet.
sort of don’t want to .
i am already depressed about not having that “one love”.
now the sunset reminds me of one person
and the rains remind of another.
i remember them all, not with hate, not with love,
but with fondness.
is that a good thing? or something bad?
i don’t know.
they are taking too much space in me
i was true to everyone so it feels rude and thankless
to get rid of things that were once my only joy.
but i feel it is all making my heart bigger.
don’t people normally want?
a bigger heart?
but it making my head a mess.
my immature and desperate want
of having that one person, only one person in my eyes
is lost cause.
i can give my whole life to one
but they will know, always know
that i am missing so many parts.
since the desperate and immature past you has given up
don’t wait around for another immature person
to count and complain about your parts.
but i am still the immature one even now.
i have always been that.
i wouldn’t be worrying over
my own split attention, if not split heart,
if i wanted to be the bigger better person
that life i forcing me to be and to have.
life is long. you will grow.
you will grow to fit your heart.
what if i don’t?
then we wait, till it does.