My turn to write. This is my time. My turn to voice out all I have inside.

So does it matter that we’re all trapped in this world. Where to be blown up by others is a fact we must all accept.

It’s one thing to know someone doesn’t “ring” IMPORTANCE in your head and another to be overly sensitive about knowing that you aren’t important to the person you desire to be important to.

She doesn’t text back—

Until now she calls all the shots.

And I am elated when she signals interest…

Disappointed when she closes the so-called freshly opened door.

What is it about these people we love so much?

How is it that we never learn from our mistakes?

In all things… while practicing solving crazy shear values, making the same damn mistake over and over—

The complicated little ones…

Stray away from their beautiful little sparkling faces.

Clothes that glitter

Bodies that match their toned, sporty figures.

I lost mine in love.

And I face the mirror and realize that I should have stayed scrawny.

I could have loved her, you know?

It’s gone—

But I still see her with much past involved.

Is it the past that keeps us attached…?