I am a transiet creature.
At fifteen, I fell in love with a boy who reflected all the bad in me.
I told him
“chronic dissatisfaction,
that’s what i have,”
and he ripped it away from me like a thief,
that’s me,” he said.
it took me five years to realize it was why we liked each other
and not a competition.
two chronically bored people
catching each others attention
for a while
I go through character archetypes like socks
and loves
like sherman marched
and standing on the threshold
of what could be scorched earth
for either of us
all i can think is how
your eyes smile too
and with a smile like yours
you didn’t need that
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