teresa

Teresa is the reason evenings feel like lessons sitting in the airport bus on the way to pick up mom, i thought of that day you came to pick me up from home, how tiring it must have been to find to bus and then get to the stop, you must have wandered, exhausted and then i got mad at you for texting s for directions, my narcissism has clouded my judgment of the past i could only see myself injured never you. the traffic is unbearable here, the ac doesn't work in this seat, i am staring at a family in a car outside, i always thought ill end up like that with you but now realise i would've never kept you happy, so you are perfect where you are now, i wish the every goodthing meant for me would rain on you instead and you get to make a dream family with him. this city is empty and it rots and holidays are only proof of it, i miss you, not you but the you thats dead, hows mrne is she in london still and still dating her bf and is your dad still printing money and travelling world with mom, hows krela, and how are you actually when the performance ends and the silence remembers you? do you ever think about me i hope not! i hope we both heal and i hope ahh..... just please take care