Sick To My Stomach Knowing You Might Be Happy

sick to my stomach knowing you might be happy

I wanted to be like you. Literarily enlightened. Therefore I started reading more,  maybe my vocabulary would be heightened. I wanted to tell you all that I had learned. Then we could talk for all that time would allow. I wanted to write you a note in a book, so sure that we would share our lives now. Now I cant pick up a book without thinking of you. Happy?

i can’t go back to “what’s your favorite movie?” when i know we both felt our souls intertwine

i have not forgotten yours.

your hair is the perfect spot for my hand.

it rests like a bunny in soft, tall grass.

a peace i’ve longed for - a peace you happily provide.

i fear i am too vast.

i would rather squeeze into a box than be scrutinized for not belonging to any of them.