why we do the things we do

a time, there was a girl who adored space. She read pages upon pages of books about constellations and the stars, memorizing names and how many miles away they were from earth.

I feel like I'm imposing

Which isn't fair for you to do,

It's not fair that you make me feel like I'm on the outside

I hate sitting here, trying to reignite what once was

I thought we we're doing this anymore

subjugated to solitude eternal,

only perceiving and watching love,

maybe receiving it but never understanding it

never internalizing it

it bounces off. Doesn't stick,

unkept and unruly and unclean.