What if I’m not good enough for it?
What if that path isn’t mine?
What if
what
if
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I don’t know.

They say if you never try,
you’ll never know.

Ah, but I’m scared.
Then go scared.

(eye roll)

Life is one big piece of s.h.i.t.

Funny—
it feels like life
has crookedly aligned itself again.

The crisis has passed.
The paper says
we’re divorced,
but our bodies
say something else.

You know exactly
where to touch me,
and I want to try new things with you.

I think I love you—
not with that
passionate, reckless love,
but with a mature one.

I know I have traumas.
You have them too.
And sometimes I feel ashamed,
because I’ll have to tell people
we’re trying again
when they rooted
for it all to end.

Thank you
for agreeing
to give us
another chance.

I was a glass—
Crystal, maybe,
Or whatever you’d call it.

But I shattered on the floor—
Or was thrown there,
I’m still not sure.

What I do know
Is that all the shards
Are scattered,
And I am gathering them,
One by one,

Discovering
What I’m truly made of.

I’m writing this
knowing you’ll never read it.
I don’t even know if you you regconize me.

But sometimes
I play our song —
that beat only we would recognize,
the one you sent me in the middle of the night
when we were teenagers,
buried among countless other songs,
but this one stayed,
etched in my heart.

In our dreams,
I hold our baby in my arms
and hum it as a lullaby.
It’s perfect for that.

As I sway softly to the music,
my heart warms and aches,
as if, in some other universe,
this dream wasn’t a dream at all
but a truth.

I love you — you know that.
Or maybe the love I have to give
was never enough for you.
Or maybe it was.
I’m not sure anymore.

We are confused, inconsistent,
like the shift between seasons.
You never know whether to bring a coat or an umbrella,
so we linger in the in-between.

Either way,
the song is saved in my favorite playlist.
I know it’s in yours too.
It’s proof that what we felt for each other
was real.

Seems like things that are easy have became more difficult
I'm watching my body having more issues from the inside
Not much I can do about it, it's what happens when you get older

You know the ordeal, if you don't, you'll see it soon.
Back, hips, knees, eyes...
They maybe your friends now, but be thankful for them
Once they start going, its a very icy drop
Some say its a slippery *****
Fact is, its not a ***** its just an icy drop
They drop off fast

Oh and lets not forget, your brain
That will drop too, and I don't mean drop like sag
Like various body parts that can and no doubt will
Your brain maybe at 100% right now, but that will change
Sometimes slow, sometimes fast, sometimes it's a mix

While all that is going wrong, other things will too
Job hunting, seems easy, right?
Yeah, you're young
As you get older you'll drop twenty plus resumes, get maybe one call if your lucky, that call won't pan out.
They won't tell you why, chances are "your too old"

You never think about this sort of thing until you are in that bracket
It's just unreal and sad, I can't believe that I'm in this part of life.
Everything seems like a struggle
Being alone feels like a huge mental struggle
I used to enjoy sometime to myself
As I've gotten older, that's not the case

The dragonfly hovers,
born of storm-fed ponds,
its wings catch sunlight
where shadows once drowned.

It teaches—
from fleeting rain
can rise
a life of light.

i wish we could talk
for hours
i'd love to fall asleep
with your voice
in my ears