#27

1,111 is like eleven eleven
squished together in a nice dainty little package so
that you don't have to worry.
No colons or spaces to get between,
nothing here but you and me.
I'd give up all my 1111 wishes for you,
for your new friends in that far place for
the ones who left
for the ones who can't come back
come back
come back
come back
It's not that hard, they always tell me, move on get over it, move on get over it
but this is my words spilling out of the tar pit in my soul
excuse the typos.
This is me angry
hopeful
sad
hurt
discouraged
disappointed
hopeful
hurt.
There's a fine line between hurt and hope the more you hurt the more you hope
the more you hope, the more you hurt.