Coming and Going
I thought I knew. You thought you knew. We could both be stupid sometimes. I can still be stupid sometimes. I shouldn't miss you. I shouldn't even remember you. But I do. I should move on. You've been replaced, but not really. Not to me. I guess I'll always be stupid sometimes. Not as stupid as you were, though. I'm the one still living, right? That's what's most important, right? I think if I were actually the smarter one, I'd be dead right now. Then you would be the one who figured it out too late and kicked yourself every morning because you'd been thinking about me all night again. Then you'd realize you were wrong. And I was wrong. We both were wrong. But it doesn't hurt. I'm not sad. I wish I'd been right, but I'm not sad. Oh right… you wouldn't get "sad", would you? You know what? You deserved it. You destroyed yourself and I don't care. Shouldn't care. But there was still a heart somewhere. And that I do know. But I don't think you did, or this wouldn't have happened. You wouldn't have taken some of mine with you. But whatever. I can deal. As always. I just wish you would have smiled. And I thought I knew what art was. And you thought you knew too. But I was right: It's short, it's brief, it's going and coming, it's not forever. I just didn't know it hurt. Stupid.