I’ll Meet You There

wrongdoing and rightdoing,

there is a field. I’ll meet you there.

When the soul lies down in that grass,

the world is too full to talk about.

Ideas, language, even the phrase each other

doesn’t make any sense.

—Rumi

I had to tell him we were like a collage. Pieces that could be put back together in a new way, a better way.

could someone hurt you so bad but you still wanted to hold him and tell him it was going to be okay?

all those days full of stolen glances and secret smiles

What am I supposed to do when I’m bad for the one good thing in my life?

I don’t really know what it means to move on, but lately, with Sky, I’m starting to feel like I want to because when I look at her, I don’t see you or the war or any of the shit in my head. I just see her, and it’s like suddenly I can breathe again after holding my breath for so long.

I only knew how to live my life in negatives; it seemed like everything I was could only be seen in relation to what I wasn’t.

I’m so tired, so goddamn tired, but sleep isn’t happening. It’s just me, the ceiling, and the night becoming morning.