FOR NO REASON AT ALL
I’ve decided I miss you. Two weeks and a day. I called you a couple times (or twice that). Chamomile tea always warms my insides. I’m sick. Not of you, not of him, not even of a broken heart. Just sick. Because the air up there suffocates me. Do I suffocate you? Am I unclean? Do I care too much for what you eat? For where you go? Do I make your chest too tight when you are surrounded by me?
I am being seized, I am captivated, I am waiting.
I am living, I am breathing, and I am daring.
I can see me, and you and everyone we know.
I can run.
I think I face my life head on. As for anyone else, well I don’t want their problems. And I was thinking. I was thinking, you are indifferent. You and I, we get it, mostly. [Life] Its broken ellipses, broken hearts, and drunken nights. You can grasp your fingers around me by barely breathing. I am choking on the prospect of hurting you. You told me never to trust a marine. But yet. The understanding of leaving one to his or her own decisions makes me love even more. I am here for you [for no reason at all] because you said I look like a painting. [And because you are you and I am I.]