Everyone’s in love. And falling out of it.
Sometimes you meet someone, and it’s so clear that the two of you, on some level belong together. As lovers, or as friends, or as family, or as something entirely different. You just work, whether you understand one another or you’re in love or you’re partners in crime. You meet these people throughout your life, out of nowhere, under the strangest circumstances, and they help you feel alive. I don’t know if that makes me believe in coincidence, or fate, or sheer blind luck, but it definitely makes me believe in something.
I never cared about what I lost, until I lost what I cared about.
Looking for a sponsor
- C: You see, I need a sugar daddy for practical reasons; get me swimming lessons not shoes and bags.
- Me: Right?! I mean, you can invest in my wardrobe but also invest in my health. Take me to Whole Foods and ball out on all of that organic shit I can't afford.
- C: Ball out on me in Trader Joe's baby! Get me alla dis baby!
Poetry doesn’t have to rhyme, it just has to touch someone where your hands couldn’t.