loose ends

i am picky. consider yourself warned.

i don’t really change.
the way you see me does.

i believe,
i believe you don’t know what you’re doing,
i believe i don’t know what i’m doing.

ever.

that you’re afraid of everything happening around you,
that you’re scared of making waves,
that your foundations are weak,
that your sand castle will crumble.

i believe i’m afraid.
i believe a lot will happen, still.
i believe in this.
and i believe in myself and everything around us.

there are 2 kinds of people,
the kind that separates people into kinds,
and the ones that don’t.

this is no more about true love,
than it is about waiting,
or about losing,
or about getting lost;

this is no more about willfully parting,
carelessly considering,
emphatically claiming,
or systematically ignoring;

this is no more about careful contemplation,
than it is embracing otherness,
than it is considering alternatives,
than it is wistfully disappearing.

this is just this; is just this.

there are no easy solutions.
there are no simplifications.
no way to leave without hurt.
no easy answers.
no shortcuts.
no way out.

everything we do, hurts.
everyone we leave, hurts.
everytime we try, hurts.
no way out.

no way out.