Iain S.Thomas

We forget there is still a child in all of us, begging for love.

I don’t know why,
but I do not feel like I’m like you, or anyone else.

I feel like I’m the only one who feels the things I feel, or thinks the way I think

I know you hurt and that you love and that, sometimes, love is the reason you hurt

You are still everything you could be.)

In the dream if I see you again,

I will shake you by the shoulders,

and be angry with you

and cry

“I have had

every conversation

we never got to have

with myself.”