why is blue your favorite color if it is not the

color of my eyes and why are you not

as invested in me as i am in you and why am i

pointlessly honest and pointlessly romantic

when i have been hurt and hurt and hurt and hurt

you’d think i’ve had enough already.

when will i have enough? when will i move on?

from you and from him and from her and them

i wish you didn’t hurt me i wish i didn’t let you and

i wish i didn’t want to forgive and forget but

i do i do i do i do i do but i won’t.

you don’t deserve me like that anymore but

maybe he does because time has passed and i’m

slowly forgetting and wait, i don’t want to something

stupid but what is a decision if not stupid but

you were also stupid for treating me that way after i

told you things i’ve never told anyone else and i wish you

were a better person to me

i wish you were reading this right now

but,

anyway

i hope you’re doing well

conversing with strangers behind the stand

i listen and they

talk and

talk and

talk

how i ache to tell them that

maybe we are not strangers

that

“i am just like you”

or even

“you are just like me”

on the bad nights it is

upsetting but

maybe

i should be glad

that a reflection of me can be seen in

the small parts of people

everywhere

that there are

so many different versions of the same life

solidarity

in our differences

what a beautiful thing

a different version of me lives here

sleeping in between the creases of paper

my essence captured in every inhale

awe in every pore

as

ink meets paper once again

hungry fingers finding the same 26 letters

over and over

in a life where i exist daily

here i live

here i can breathe

see, look

inhale

exhale

it's never been so easy