It’s only a short-stop phase

I tell myself-I paraphrase

Like the bus ride that goes on a different route

Like the time you knew you’d hit North even if it said South

Like the time I would swear how much I hated you

But deep inside…It’s a whole different story

I’m just a package of mixed emoticons,

Delivered to the wrong person

I…Never meant to hurt you

Each morning is not a different morning

Each week I feel my attachments churning

One day, I’m obsessive, I’m there, and collected

The next I’m visibly drugged and affected

Please; I’ll be as good to you as anything

I’ll be your any-everything

Smile, and make me understand the symptoms

Of my passive-aggressive, adolescent-responsible addiction

I’ve seen too many not to know

That all of this is a long, tiring, one-night stand

But one day-it will all be new.

And I’ll look back and smile and say what the heck was I thinking.

~

Teenagers these days. I don’t need to say more.