Little Old Me
& The Check Boxes I’ll Never Fill
People are determined to miss your existence because they were waiting for your children’s instead. People will miss your happiness because it did not derive from a registry. Values placed on things not yet sentient; whispers on phantom winds. Yet, I am the one expected to smile, promise “soon,” feel honored even to be “thought of.”
You missed me and that will be something for me to bear as well. Why not add one more thing to the list? No, what’s another? Will you love me wholly without the promise of something else, something other to come? Something else, not something more. Would you find genuine love for me? Could you love me when I refuse to add the “just” prefix you think of me with; that prefix you chose to assign to me? I know you wish, really I do, but I have been wishing a long while too.
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Dakota Love Dangler
Because it's easier to write my thoughts than to speak them.
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