Hateful post because you Aren't.

{Found saved as a Draft on 2/13/13}

I'm thinking of how you aren't.
How you aren't the same person I knew
Who dreamed of the world and
knew he couldn't have it.
How you aren't the only one who cares,
or even someone who cares at all.
You aren't you, and I'm not me.
You aren't the narcissistic maniac who,
sometimes,
had a moment of sanity for me alone.
Instead the sanity is opened to an apathetic audience
who applauds your normality as you crowd-surf on their bias.
You're attempting individuality but only conforming to the norm
And I hate you for it.
I'm thinking about how you aren't.

about a nobody.

Interlaced in your fingers is a twine made out of stars, twisting and swirling their light between your rough knuckles. Your hands remind me of the kind of worn-down sandpaper that tingles your skin when it makes contact and is thrilling in a strange, whimsical way. Euphoria and insomnia are your favorite words and, as much as I hate to admit it, I love them because you do. Your hair reminds me of the spun gold in Rumpelstiltskin, and your eyes leave traces of forever in every place they wander to. I think it's the freckles that invite me so willingly to remember and the never-changing smile that reminds me of the nearest future.
Please, start running and never come back.
Please, find a portal and enter in without hesitation.
Please, give me a reason to rent a moving truck.

JUST LEAVE ME ALONE OKAY

I never want to see those handsome dimples again.

If you think you know who this is about,

it isn't you or anyone else.

It isn't nobody.