prose poem thoughts (sometime spring semester senior year hs, 2005)

(We'll call this a prose poem, but it's really stream of consciousness bullshit. I was such a baby, but honestly, some of that sounds smarter than the crap I tend to espouse now. Excuse all the bad abbreviations and lack of punctuation, I've left it unfixed for authenticity's sake haha...)

i think peanut butter by the spoon is truely a comfort food. i think a man should always talk to you like ur the first woman hes ever known and wanted. he should look at you like you make the world new. he should kiss you like yours are the first lips hes tasted. no regrets is different then wishing things could be different or wishing you could stay. letting go is the hardest thing in life. goodbye hurts like nothing else ull ever say or hear.