UTUSN
UTUSN's JournalAnother sorta pome: Ya coulda luvd me/us
But who cares.
Was it/whatever, "love"? (As "prince" Charles said, "Whatever 'love' is" )
Whome my tawking to?
M i too old to find "love" (whatever "love" is)?
When all that "shared" thing is done,
we're supposed to find ourselves who we really are.
By ourselves.
I don't like it.
Is this a pome?
PREFACE: Did you ever have a childhood relative or friend that was so special and gone adulthood, but sticking?!
Cousin, from infancy –
Yeah, we were close
Not in that way,
In some other intimate way
And we went through the
Generational and the times,
Our elders judging what was
Just the crap we didn’t know either.
So, ugly and separate life things happened
Living our lives, everybody,
And I judged you rightly so,
While hating mine, not so bad as yours.
Yet here and there we kept in touch
Until you accused and called me liar
Which you didn’t know the severity of,
And I’ll never forgive.
But it was too much your wingnut ways,
And when you anti-vaxxed to a hospital
And refused treatment, I broke down
And called and said: I love you, do it.
And I said, I/your sister/our cousins love you,
And you said, “Yeah, and all of you
Are driving me crazy.”
Fine. So you recovered your wingnut way.
So you recovered and our childhood is over.
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