I gave wrong people the right pieces of me.
If you’re seeing this I hope you read it through. I’m an asshole. I’m insecure. I’m sarcastic. Don’t know when to shut up. I love too hard. And have all these bad qualities that obviously you already know. I left. But when I left I kept you inside my heart to get me through the challenges I was about to face. But while I held on for dear life, you let go. I came back. I see you and it felt like meeting you all over again. The smile you had took me back to the first day I finally met you in person and right then I knew that maybe I was still holding on. Which I shouldn’t you have someone new but I know from the way our love was, that you’re the one I see myself with. Idk. I don’t know why I hold on to that. I’m finally getting a good head on my shoulders with work and college and being a better individual than what you fell in love with before. Not talking to you kills me. This anger and distance. Kills me. I’m seriously lost without you. Because you know me better than anyone even me. And always keep me up and afloat when I feel like sinking. I guess if you’re reading this know.. I miss you. So much. And about everything else. My heart is still yours.. I miss you dear. Know that.
Everyone sees what you appear to be; few really know who you are.
The head of a company survived 9/11 because
His son started kindergarten.
Another fellow was alive because it was
His turn to bring donuts.
One woman was late because her
Alarm clock didn’t go off in time.
One was late because of being stuck on the NJ Turnpike
Because of an auto accident.
One of them
Missed his bus.
One spilled food on her clothes and had to take
Time to change.
Car wouldn’t start.
Get a taxi.
The one that struck me was the man
Who put on a new pair of shoes that morning,
Took the various means to get to work but before.
He got there, he developed a blister on his foot.
He stopped at a drugstore to buy a Band-Aid.
That is why he is alive today..
Now when I am
Stuck in traffic,
Miss an elevator,
Turn back to answer a ringing telephone…
All the little things that annoy me,
I think to myself,
This is exactly where
I’m meant to be
At this very moment