I loved how it was raining.
I loved how you were here.
Or almost was. In my mind.
I wanted you to be.
But hadn’t I learned life
wouldn’t give me everything I wanted?
You would if you could but you cant.
I keep telling myself that, love.
Even if it isn’t true, the element that is
truth keeps me going. Slightly.
Because sometimes I fall. And crash.
And burn. And cry. And want
things I can’t have.
Nov 28, 2011
Nov 28, 2011 at 8:39 PM UTC
I loved how it was raining.
I loved how you were here.
Or almost was. In my mind.
I wanted you to be.
But hadn’t I learned life
wouldn’t give me everything I wanted?
You would if you could but you cant.
I keep telling myself that, love.
Even if it isn’t true, the element that is
truth keeps me going. Slightly.
Because sometimes I fall. And crash.
And burn. And cry. And want
things I can’t have.
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