Prose

Some thoughts I’ve had on thinking

When you consider others, it’s always the wrong people

Not every thought has to be one that makes you feel

I hope I don’t die before I’m finished being happy

I don’t mean to make global warming about me

But I spent my 20s thinking about everything and only now do I feel free

I wish I hadn’t spent so much time wondering what people thought of me

The answer is: they weren’t. It isn’t always about me and that’s the way it should be

I’m glad I trust my own instincts these days

But it does make me think about the times people have fucked me over, and all the different ways

I’m glad I still find kissing as exciting as I did as a teen

It’s funny, though, I’d rather my kisses weren’t seen

I think now that my life belongs to me

And I’m glad I’ve learned that, I choose what you see

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