don't be mean to me

I am not an opus.

you asked me my purpose,
and I overthought it,
because it's simply writing,
cultivating creativity,
laughter and love.

Of course.

tell that voice in your head
to listen to the one in your heart,
and take a picture
while I'm young.

Rest my past.

tired of being first place
at second best,
but I'll take niceness
and the air of hands.

Lost in the difference.

give up the ocean
to begin again,
gambling on fun futures
to let us be guided by
time's only relief, proven.

Please.