"This isn't about you-- as selfish as that sounds. It's about me. It's about all the shit that I dealt with and I didn't deal with. But in any situation with long love, I don't think it ever really goes away fully. You just sort of learn where to keep it."


what happened to me?
rooms are spinning and making me dizzy
the last of the last frays
could pull together any moment and re-collide.
or could be cut off
for good
and who knows?
who knows but time.
and i have more than this to give,
more than this to offer,
i'm sorry
i always sell you short.
the only thing that exists is
right now, right here.
that's scary and comforting all at once,
how am i supposed to know any better?
it's so funny, not like that
that this isn't about that
odds are, odds are.
and we
have no
idea.