graphic by kayleigh woltal
We are creatures of habit but also creatures of assimilation I see it in the way I tried to make myself more appealing, more digestible to you. In the way I was forced to be Your therapist, a sounding board for your ideas and Problems sans the and what about you? How are you doing? Is something I would have Liked to hear just once. Just once would have Probably made me tolerate you longer / Maybe I’m glad. Maybe I’m glad things revealed themselves to me The way they did so that I am now here and you are Way, way there. Like a nondescript horizon Coming up over the boat submerged in cerulean Blue. The kind of blue that’s half-melancholy, half-summer. I’ll never reach you. Better yet, you’ll never reach me.