I’m constantly torn between the ‘be kind to everyone’ and the ‘fuck everyone you owe them nothing’ mentalities
THE MOTHERFUCKING SCHOLASTIC BOOK FAIR THOUGH MAN.
DO YOU REMEMBER THAT?
IT WAS LIKE MOTHERFUCKING CHRISTMAS.
YOU GOT TO BUY BOOKS, AND THEY HAD TOYS, AND UGH SOMETIMES THE BOOKS /CAME WITH TOYS/ AND THAT WAS JUST THE FUCKING BEST.
I thought about the way I hated
the ocean because of you.
You spoke of the shore as if
it was home and here you are,
years upon years
after you’ve gone,
as grains of sand tucked in between
the memories of you and I.
My mind begins to wander
into the pages of where I spoke
of the calming breeze and of the way
the sun would grab at the horizon
and welcome defeat. Before the
words roll over me like waves
I take my eyes off the page and
here I am,
lost at sea.