I wish someone had told me while I sat in frilled white socks and a pink dress on Easter that love isn't just for one and only one
I wish someone had told me that while I would fall for a few or many that guilt was useless because time is thin and people are sudden and you can't help what you see
While I watched judges, pastors, shamans tie the legality of love together in bows or Gordian knots no one ever told me about the power of eyes or how to feel about fluttering caused by another while I'm supposed to remain landlocked with just one someone
Now I'm sick because of all the feelings screaming through my fingers, curling them, and I have nowhere to place them, and yelling falls in the quiet because I'm guilty guilty guilty of thinking about others when, apparently, I'm only supposed to think of you
I wish someone had told me that love is not an is or isn't It's a maybe, how are you, do you like ramen, music, don't leave, goodbye And it most certainly hurts when you aren't sure what to do about the others who's eyes are pools and who lure you to the edge and pull you in and then you lose them altogether
Why did no one tell me
My thoughts on my current situation, and how I hate all of it.