prepropoe (proud prose poetry) #31 ~ or maybe not . .
“Maybe we’ll meet again, when we’re slightly older and our minds less hectic, and I’ll be right for you and you’ll be right for me. But right now I am chaos to your thoughts and you are poison to my heart.” — bl-ossomed, via
. . because now i am older, not by age but by life. my mind is now less hectic, it’s almost always blank. and i can see that i was, is and never will be right for you, nor you for i. because you were once chaos and poison to me. and now that you’ve pushed me to oblivion and death, there is nothing left of you or me, not even room for maybe.
Right where you are is where you need to be. Don’t fight it! Don’t run away from it! Stand firm! Take a deep breath. And another. And another. Now, ask yourself: Why is this in my world? What do I need to see?