It has been a long time.
I would call you an old friend but was ours a friendship of comfort or pain?
I am no longer as careless. No longer as sweet.
Time evicts such naive novelties.
I sit with the same trauma everyday smack dab on the middle of the school bus.
*** is easier than intimacy and I do not have to be better for it.
Substances replace substance.
I like life easier
I cannot tell where my holes come from- it doesn’t seem to matter. The holes are still there.
I am stuck back here writing, searching for something that I never found.
I have grown and I have changed
but my roots remain the same.

I wish that I could love you like I used to.
I wish I could go back to the time
where we laughed together
and every smile was genuine.
I wish that you weren’t a fool and that I wasn’t a fool and that neither one of us got hurt in the end of this all
but here I am
and there you are.
Some things are meant to change.

Watching other people think
That I belong to them.

Hello, Home. My old friend.
I never wanted to see you again,
But in the back of mind
There’s a place and time
That belongs solely to you.