The Know It All

We had gotten so used to making promises that we didn't even know what it meant to keep them. But I'd like to think that I knew better than you. Deep down, I was always the better person, which in theory would give me the forethought of a compassionate soul.

You had always lacked compassion. Thinking of the number of days I've known that makes me sick to my stomach. But then again, so do you.

Sometimes I wish the idea of us would just blow away in the wind---like everything else that was once something and then landed into the ether of unfinished business. And other times, I think we could've survived together in the middle of a high school gym filled with seafoam crepe paper and the allure of the rest of our lives. But then I remember crepe paper is the harbinger of the greatest pipe dreams that never existed.

And after all this, the less important realization was that I was, in fact, the smarter person.

If only I had known that first, then my mind would've gotten me out of this pickle good and quick. And one day, on a Saturday, me and my mind would run into you in a bar on the side of the road, with an abandoned jukebox request sounding off with Backstreets. Somehow 1975 solved all our problems even though we were born of an entirely other era. And then we'd get our fist together and smile with our eyes and come over to you with a fistful of satisfaction.