I’m So Sorry I Couldn’t Love You Forever
There is no poetry
to falling out of love
just a stuttering engine
a sad space in your mouth
where roses once
bloomed
There is no poetry
to falling out of love
just a stuttering engine
a sad space in your mouth
where roses once
bloomed
Channing, I realize I’m not your ideal candidate. My upper body strength is just okay, and I DEFINITELY can’t pick up a woman and swing her around like you guys do. But what I lack in muscle, I make up for in heart.
You had a tinge of jealousy every time you walked into your friend’s room and saw all their trophies lined up on the desk.
But how could they know all of who you are? How could they understand all you’ve triumphed against? All the times life beat you down and, still, you found the courage to stand back up?
Aww, crying! One of my favorite and most treasured activities. If crying were an Olympic sport, I’d win gold every time.
*lyrics to a My Chemical Romance or Dashboard Confessional song*
When you tell someone to relax, you aren’t being helpful. You’re just robbing them of validity. You’re telling them, “This thing you have isn’t real. Just stop it.” You’re denying their experience, their struggle.
“Just say you feel the way that I feel / I’m feeling sexual, so we should be sexual.”
the summertime will always make me think of you,
the sweltering, the clutching
the beaded sweat running down your back
It’s encouraging passive behavior. When you call someone, it’s an immediate action. They will either answer or they won’t. When you text someone, everything is nebulous.