People won't behave if they have nothing to lose

let not your body be a prison, with climbing barb wire wrists, cement block structure, and walls so high you’ll never see over.

Your actions have shown That your words are just lies.

I wish I had someone I could call without feeling guilty. Someone I could tell about my day, about the annoying rubric change, about the weird things going on in my head, the poems I’m thinking about writing      and they would listen and care and tell me about how their cat has gone to throwing up in their shoes, and the way the fall leaves make them feel, about how hard it’s been lately.        We could both share, and feel heard we could both listen, and feel understood.     I just want a connection that doesn’t feel one sided.

The multiverse theory suggest that somewhere in another universe, there is another version of you and I. A version of us where we fall asleep in front of the stars, instead of crying over the phone. A version of us where we laugh at each others jokes, instead of screaming over the same stupid things. A version of us where we never fell out of love. I know we met on the wrong universe, but I at least hope that we’re both in love with each other, somewhere else.

I hate the fact that I still like you from what you have put me through. I still believe that you were never a bad guy, you were a person that did a bad thing. Am I naive to believe this foolishness I created in my head?