Good luck and good night

Everybody

gets better but me.
Ain’t that something?
(Oops! Meds kicking in… I’m gone!)

This may be our last.

What was required of this for us may be at an end.
High functioning, maybe we are.
Therapeutic, maybe this was.
Exercise in futility, perhaps.
Fun, indeed.

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girlperson:

Slowreader — I Like You Most

and your bright eyes are giving me sunburns
and the grandstands are filling with headlines
you like me when i’m not being stubborn
but i like you most all the time

I fear for you.

Awareness opened to new and wonderful things. You see. Lids peeled back and orbs burning in the glare. You see. And you are dissatisfied.

Can not win.

“Top” is not somewhere we will ever be.

Unrequited hurts.

So says we. So also says she.
So why aren’t we and she again then?

Broken… The kind of broken that it does not make sense to mend.
Not shattered. Just broken and useless.

Heathcliff.

A little bit, but not so much.

I do.