Leftovers

I'm scared to take a girl to the beach with me

When I do that, I have to marry her

It's my favorite place in the entire world and I can't share it with someone who won't stay

Can't and won't

I'm someone's leftovers.
A couple of people's leftovers if you want to be a realist.

Picked through and ultimately discarded.

Gosh, it feels good to be melodramatic on a Sunday.

But in all seriousness,
we are leftovers.

People who found one thing, one thing that was ours.
Then you lose it, through whatever means, it's gone.

Then you meet someone else who is like you.
Rinse, repeat.

I don't feel like going into it anymore. I only came back to let myself remember that I shouldn't forget this space.

Hello.


Later Days, Longer Nights