untitled.

half of the time, i’m only thinking.
the other half, i spend wanting.

some part of me likes to imagine that
maybe once upon a fucking long time ago,
we weren’t like this.

we realised we were not wanted once.
we realised we were not wanted twice.
we realised we were not wanted thrice.
and so on and on, and on it went.
and so on and on, and on it goes.

half of the time, i’m only thinking.
the other half, i spend wanting.

have you ever felt so unwanted by someone that you forgot how to want them?

once upon a not so fucking long time ago,
i had this idea in my head that kind people are loving.
but maths can be found in more places than i could see.
you see, not all kind people are loving, but all loving people are kind.

have you ever felt so unloved by someone that you
forgot how to be kind to them?