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Hopes Up Hop Down
It's just one little message. Who cares, really? It probably only says one word.
Like, "Hey." I hate that word. Why can't people say, "Hello!" anymore?
Because it isn’t cool. It’s like putting a 'g' at the end of words like 'chilling' or, 'waiting.'
Why should I even bother to check at all? Why should I bother blessing him with a reply?
I’m too good for this. I’m too good for him.
If I had a penny for every time I said that, I’d be rich.
If I had half a penny for every time I said that, I’d still be rich.
What’s worth more, my thoughts or my words? I’d like to know. I’d like to be.
Someone who is quiet so I am not expected to speak. Not expected to think, even though I would. More than you. More than him. More than both of you…combined.
Back and forth back and forth back and forth like a creaky rocking chair nobody wants to sit on anymore.
Up and down up and down and you get to hear all about it. Shut me up. Make me stop. I sound ridiculous.
You sound ridiculous, all those compliments that bounce off me like rubber. I wish. They stick. They are like super-glue.
I am the moth and you are the flame. My wings beat to a million and then my heart stops when I touch it. I die.
I live, I breathe and I open the message.