fermented feelings and vibes

For feeling low at the station.
	For being impatient.
For getting you orange juice with pulp.
	For dropping you on the floor, where you shattered.
For choosing the seats by the saddest Starbucks.
	For sending those text messages in all caps lock (which were, by the way, never replied to.)
For being so extra on the train.
	For letting the water in your bowl get all dirty.
For alarming you by saying I’d sit in the aisle, when I meant beside it.
	For being a city girl.
For saying things like, "I wish my parents would move here."
	For throwing you into the trash half-eaten.
For lavishing my disinterest in the book you were reading on you.
	Did we make each other feel the same kind of distance?
For forcing the earbud into your ear, so you would watch the Wendy Williams clip with me.
	For being so interested in the novelty of others.
For projecting my loneliness onto the end of railway platforms, where they drop off.
	For talking behind your back. You don't know it, but I do.
For always moving in a state of self-correction.
	For being so uneasy.
For saying, "That" makes me think of death."
	For protesting too much.
For asking you to help me draft a sext.
	For never returning the automated call.
For looking to friendship to often for a thrill, and not just ours.
	For not knowing the right questions to ask.
For saying I like things, too often, when I get nervous: "I like this train," "I like this car," "I like that pink house."

We Are Sorry!