i suppose i still wish you happiness with someone else, as everyone deserves to be happy (I have tried to teach myself zen many times and I don't think that it has ever truly worked.)
i am gracious, but not enough for you.
i do believe in karma.
part of me hopes that you feel cold. empty. alone in a room full of people. (The way you made me feel. )
i almost hope that something isn't ever quite right, and you just can't put your finger on it.
and i hope that sometimes when you see me, a flower inside of you blooms-
because I will watch it wilt.
11.29.16
YOU ARE READING
nevermind + poetry.
Poetryin which i write poems about love and growing up and everything that comes in between
