my mother used to say that I
brought bad weather wherever I went.
"now, i'm not saying that it's your fault,
but every time you crave a change of pace,
the weather won't have it.
once you get comfortable somewhere,
the gods want you to stay."
it's funny, because you said the same thing
after I left. I guess my mother was right.

the next state over,
halfway across the country,
or even all the way on the other side,
I still look to see if the car that just passed is yours.
you're my worst bad habit and no matter what I do,
I just can't seem to shake you.

if I believed in luck, I would think
that I had the worst of it.
I seem to bring bad weather
wherever I go.

you acted like you didn't care if I left,
and then you got mad when I did.
you are a hypocrite.

you don't have to give me your extra fries,
but you can give me your extra time.
you don't have to hold me
in a higher regard than everyone else,
but you can hold me at night
when i'm crying and I can't fall asleep.

she says that you work too much.
this coming from a girl whose car
hasn't moved since January.
she's just waiting for you to come back
like she deserves every second of your time.
it's not like it matters,
but I would never ask that of you.

you haven't changed your
profile picture since I left.
I don't know it that's because
you stayed the same,
or if you've changed so much
that you can't recognize yourself anymore.