everyone won’t feel like me
or think like I do
my morality is my strongest suit
it comes with heavy guilt at times
but I think I always do the right thing
in the end

so we stare a little longer
breathe a little slower
hold each others gaze more often
search our eyes for the things our mouths can’t say
wonder about each other
think the thoughts he said not to feel guilty about
and
squirm as I walk away while trying to remember how to breathe

why do I hang onto the end of every sentence like it’s a secret code waiting for me to answer

they say curiosity kills the cat
but
I’m starting to think so does not knowing

sometimes I wish you could make someone take back something they said
because as soon as they did
the image you had of them in your mind explodes in an instant
they are just like Them after all,
there’s the hate and prejudice and refusal to have empathy for others that seems to flow so freely these days
no where feels safe anymore in a world where the people you love are part of the problem

the difference in the lives of women and men seems to be
That a man can live his entire life selfishly without being chastised or accused
But a woman has to live hers selflessly or else she will be called selfish

8 in the morning
and a realization hits
No one in the world really gives a ****
About me and my problems
Or my feelings and conundrums
It’s over dramatic and silly
They just don’t have time for me
Change the subject, get over it
You’re gonna be turning 30
Everyone is self absorbed or going through it too, we all live the same lives in our own worlds