if i ever opened up to you i was joking

tfw you submit to the mortifying ordeal of being known without receiving the rewards of being loved and you spend the ensuing months or years or eternity scraping burnt memories off the non-stick saucepan of your weary soul

i’m like [this is a love story] [if we want the rewards of being loved we have to submit to the mortifying ordeal of being known] [self recognition through The Other] [it’s rotten work not to me not if it’s you] [don’t you think there is always something unspoken between two people?] [ON PURPOSE, ON PURPOSE I AM GOING TO CARE ABOUT YOU] [don’t you think maybe they are the same thing? love and attention?] [i will take good care of you i will take good care of you everything you feel is good if you would only let you] [i’d take care of you if you’d asked me to in a year or two]

postcards say IM HERE. IM HERE AND I LOVE YOU. IN THIS SPACE AND TIME AND WHEREVER AND WHENEVER YOU ARE. THERE IS A SPACE BETWEEN THOSE SPACES THAT CONNECTS US AND ITS FULL OF LOVE. I’LL MEET YOU THERE.