i irrevocably hate you
I love the lipstick prints that kiss off on cheeks of little kids. Children gleefully show off their cheek stamp. Its not the same when you’re older, but its always quirky, surprising and sometimes embarrassingly staining his shirt. Sometimes those miserable morning caffeine sips leave a sultry lipstain on the mug. Always followed by the sensual smile and the thought… I was There. There is comfort in knowing these prints are uniquely me.
Don’t beg. Don’t beg for time. Or niceness. Or kindness.
Because that hope you carry that someone won’t claw your feelings… That hope is about you.
It’s not about them.
It doesn’t matter how many times their eyes will light up to see you, it’s always one time too few.
Grief is a contortionist