sometimes you have to nonchalantly excuse yourself from the group, go around back, and lock yourself in the bathroom stall for a while because you liked him and he kissed her and it’s not about this moment on its own, it’s about how it adds to the aggregate, the leitmotif of your lonely life of…
I do not trust myself.
I do not trust that I will leaves when it hurts.
I let him perfect his game on me.
I endured the strikes. Until he got it.
A hole in one (me).
We split after 4 years … the nastiest of break-ups and four years felt like 4 mins it all just ended no marching bands or race master waiting at the finish line to hand me my medal for enduring the race, or sense of accommplishment for having been there for so long just a broken vase with dead flowers.
Last night I convinced myself that I wanted to major in linguistics
So I could tell you I love you in every language known to mankind
But you’re not mine anymore
You’re not mine anymore and I’m okay with that
As long as God keeps moving in your life
As long as you find a king and he treats you like a queen
I just want to tell you I want to collect your bones for good luck
I am a better man because of you
I know how to love myself because of you
I know how to love my friends because of you
I know how to love my mother because of you
You have taught me what it means to live
I am walking
I am walking
Walking, walking, walking like a king
I’m walking like a king because of you.”