Dear thoughts of you,
Please let me have some peace. I’d like to sleep tonight.
I thought you were different. I thought you were special. I thought you’d get to know me. Thought you’d care about me. But you’re just like everyone else and you don’t give a shit. But I still want you to come over. Still want you to be close to me. Am I weak? Does having you in my life fill a void? I’m so empty and alone. Just talk to me. Be my friend. That’s all I ever wanted. Just care about me. Just love me.
I like you because you walk in diagonals.
And I think right now it’s what we need.
I whisper,
You are my friend.
And you recognize the necessity of my stillness
Because we all want a quiet shoulder to understand.
That Secret that we know that we don’t know how to tell
The Trouble is that once you see it, you can’t unsee it. And once you’ve seen it, keeping quiet, saying nothing becomes as political an act as speaking out” -Arundhati Roy, The God of Small Things