I’m dreaming about you now.
Last night, some kid in a baseball cap…the head-kiss. I know it’s a dream, but still.
10 hours of sleep in three days, not a lot of fun…especially since you left an hour early. You said everything was okay, but I still sense something amiss.
What’s the deal? I honestly wish I knew.
“Love you like a brother”…
…not what I wanted to hear.
Suppose I can’t do anything.
Or can I? You keep insisting. And the other one…what’s happening there? Happily taken, it blares like a red light in my face.
More like a bullet through my heart. I know I’m leaving in August, and you know it too. Maybe I shouldn’t have told you. Maybe I shouldn’t have waited as long as I did to tell you.
Would things be different?
Mike, Tre, now this one. What happens to the relationships? When I talk to you sometimes it’s like you should be on a couch, and my bank account should be getting fatter by the tune of $500 an hour.
But I don’t mind.
Hmm, wonder why…no, I don’t wonder why. I know.
It’s the feeling, like going on a roller coaster or plummeting in an elevator all the way to Hades.
Sometime’s it’s tight, sometimes it’s warm, sometimes it burns and twists and makes me want to do something stupid.
Who knows.