If I could plan forever, have carbon copies to the keys, of the open hardwood doors, to the new loves never seen. I would create endless mood boards for the heartaches every night. Put playlists together, for the good days out of spite. (and pre-order Kleenex on Amazon Prime).
If I could plan forever, there would be an anonymous “him”, and we’d own like 7 succulents, all 10 inches thick. I would make him morning tea, and he would try to make my day. Put my miseries at Bay, (cause he’s probably a swimmer but I don’t know that yet -)
If I could plan forever, own a personality I liked share the shining mirror with her, knowing she had a creative side. I wouldn’t need to be planning, for the heartaches and the rent. I would just put on my playlist, and listen Today instead.