Hey, my quiet place
will you welcome my long face
into your arms
unsheathing scars on your porch step
enjoying the spring at 6 in the evening
like we have time
like this were the early 2000s
and we were in middle school
I kind of wish I were back in middle school
7th grade
where I had no opinion on how I felt
where my only obligations were to homework and friends
instead of work and bills
where I didn't care at all about taxes and responsibility
when responsibility was a suggestion as popularity was the only social issue
instead of rampages in the streets
madmen proceeding to gun tote and mow down civilians with ease
where I wouldn't have these dreadful thoughts
that anyone of those victims could be me
Precious angels and luck above all else
the only thing I can really think
besides saying out loud
without someone scoffing at my remark but I'll say it anyway
someone in the big upstairs
be it God, be it Aphrodite
be it someone, some soul whose grown fond of my oblivious endeavors and antics
has been watching over me
keeping me out of harm's way
halfway danger free
outside of my careless, reckless insanity
sometimes I think I'm just a bunch of different people wrapped into one complicated being
For all of my talks of anxiety and loneliness
I attract attention, humans from all walks of life
who am I, who was I in a past life
for all my talks of neediness and social solitude
I have people in my life I enjoy talking to and look forward to seeing
I have interactions I think about and crave all the time
feeling sad and neglected
like an entitled child when they don't go my way
finding my feet walking in their direction
I hate the term when I'm being described as one
but I'm a lost puppy coming to heel
searching for love and affection
but still on some level feel happy that I was even able to experience it in the first place
I'm so used to...