The me I want to be
I feel like I should be capable of loving even those who have done wrong
Not to forgive on behalf of those they’ve wronged
But to encourage the good to come from them
Maybe that’s why I stick closeby to the Owl who
Mysteries
It’s not forgiveness
Maybe the belief that others can do good
I’d like to get that back
Now it just surprises me
To become someone who can believe in the good of people
If you could help with it
I thought I’d found friends
But that’s beyond me, perhaps
Would you come running when Time comes?
I’d like to live in this world
Rather than just beside it
I thought I’d found someone who looked like me
In spirit
Am I hopeless?
Have I really not needed any socialization for 7 years?
People are enjoying each other’s company around me again
Laughing and chatting and doing things I haven’t done in ages
I could walk a thousand miles and never reach you
But it feels like the distance from you to me is much shorter than the distance from me to you
Like you just have to reach out to me
Curses that I can’t remember my dreams anymore
I send out all this love
Some kind of deranged Cupid
Venus you scorn me
You must for otherwise I would find somebody
Aphrodite
They say you can’t wish for love
When nothing else will ever sustain me
Desperately jumping from doing something to doing something
Trying to out run my disappearance
If I disappear
I begged not to
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