Sixty Five

Sometimes, though, it get aggravating that it's never worked out.

I mean how hard is it really.
I like you. You like me.
We try it out.
I don't think it's that hard. I really don't. I don't understand, sometimes, why it is. for me. Why people get bogged down in all the 'what ifs' and 'buts'. Why is it that the ones I like can always think of a handful of reasons why I'm not worth giving a shot.

I mean
Is this it?
Am I not supposed to have what I want?
Is that it, universe?
Is this your sick plan to make me a great writer?

everything hurts. all the time.
she is lonely because she should be.
Unable to distinguish love and loss.

Is this it? Is this what I’m meant for?
Meant to be alone? Is this all one big plan?
Is this your trade?

I don't want it.

DO YOU HEAR ME UNIVERSE

IT'S NOT A FAIR TRADE.

I DON'T WANT IT.