Me and youI'm that quiet, nerdy person that sits in the middle of the room and seems happy all the time. I always get the math jokes, I always seem so smart and seem like I'm probably doing really well.You know, that one whose existence you forget about all the time. Who invited you to that birthday party that you forgot about until she asked, and then you made an excuse because you'd made other plans. You told her she should have invited you sooner.You know, because she invited you weeks ago.I'm that one that you stopped talking to because you weren't in the same class anymore, so you didn't see any point in saying anything since you couldn't use my notes anymore or study with me anymore, or copy my code or homework. So you forgot my existence, and then saw me walking by and felt bad because you forgot to invite me to the get-together.When we were graduating, you were in charge of all of the lettering and chords. I lettered in theatre.&
The Vase ParadoxEven though I know his heart is mineI cry in empty pain for what should have been hereWhen I see the way you cry for herI can't help but feel the mint stain gouging my heartThat unfortunate side effect of being the human vasewhich means no matter how many times we breakand are placed back together on the shelfMeans that we will always feel empty until there is something there,That we are always broken until filledEven if it seeps out of our still unfilled cracksand causes us to shatter onto the floor again.But even when we have a vase of water and lilies,perhaps we might do better with rosesor we might see ourselves instead bearing marigoldsDespite the lilies going well with our complexion,we may choose to tip againand cause ourselves to fall and breakin desire for what could have beenbut not is.