I wish that
you still liked me.
I wish that
you still looked for me
to smile at the joke you told
instead of feeling like it.
I wish that
the things that made you
happy
smile
blush
(in the middle of the day, even)
still included me.
I wish that.
But you are busy, now.
And I don’t know
how to be a thing that can compete
with better, smarter, flashier.
Not as full of hurt.
I wish that
I knew how to say this to you.
Speak my truth without having to
“speak my truth.”
Because maybe if—
But I have tried.
And so have you,
I think.
And it is hard to try,
sometimes.
All the time?
So instead
I will just wish that
you still liked me.
Story Notes:
Hi, my friends. In 2022 I want to continue to write, of course, but also push myself to stretch the limits of creativity and vulnerability and put into words little bits of not quite fully formed thoughts and feelings down onto paper (so to speak) and put them out into the world. Because sometimes there are things in my head that I want to get out but can’t quite be coaxed into full fledged stories so instead I present to you these little bits of writing that are somewhere between poetry and something else, from the perspective of different people in different times. I hope that you like them and will forgive an indulgence. :)
Author's Chapter Notes:
Season 9, or maybe season 3
