wrong place wrong time
dear class of 09, can you still hear me?
could you hear me before?
were you even real? am i jealous for all the wrong reasons?
you are the vertex of all the knots in my mind.
it kills me when things happen too late. i’ve always been told that i’m so behind.
i wanted to touch it and hold it and never let go, but i let go of it before i knew.
that’s not normal, you’re mental, you f***ing freak, and other things i tell myself because i know they’re all thinking it.
i’m the only one with the heart to say it.
the only one with heart at all, most of the time. or all of the time. it’s too cloudy to tell.
that reminds me of when things were real.
goodbye beverly hills. goodbye ocean avenue.
back to laughing. it’s what you’d want me to do.