it's just a phase

I hate that you might be obsessed with the past.

I hate that I can't be everyone's first love.

I want to run sometimes and find my feet welded to the ground.

My best friend is reliable as dirt.
Actually dirt is pretty dependable now that I think about it.

I drink, and tell people the truth...it's so ugly and embarassing.

People drink and use me as a confessional.

They like to tell me about their addictions.

Mostly to drugs.

I have a weakness for nerdy guys.

One's that like books, drink coffee, love music, and make me laugh.

I like reading subtitles in foreign movies.

Whenever you make fun of people, I pretend you don't exist.

I want to get married to a Stevie Nicks song.

I can't ever bring myself to see you again.

Ever.

I scan all the wines at World Market

pretending I know the difference betweena dark cherry woody taste

and a subltle raspberry

and I always end up buying the Pinot Evil.

It sickens me that you can't truly hear music, and understand lyrics.

I think you're scared of just being.

I probably read your writing

although you might think noone does.

I hate that I don't know what real love is.

But I have a feeling it has something to do

with how much I used to love my cat Daisey.

I could hear on the phone last night that you were mad at me,

and it hurt my <3,

but I hung up anyways and acted as If I didn't care.

I sometimes think noone knows me.

I hate how most people exist.

Floating just above being.

And it kills me that they are content with that.

Writing. Coffee. Repeat.