staring at the ground
just thinking to myself
i wanna talk to you but
you're looking at someone else
my head is full of smoke
it's getting hard to see
you're so far away
you're so out of reach
it’s funny because i’m like totally fine.
the feelings are real, they’re weighty, they matter, but i feel entirely capable of handling them. i don’t have the need to run from them.
i even welcome them, although i don’t love the situation that spurred them on.