All At Once

I am the one
who left you behind,
but I find myself wondering
if the situations were reversed,
if you would have done the same thing —
except I know you wouldn’t,
and that’s what leaves me breathless,
and screaming,
all at once.

About Catastrophe Jones

Wretched word-goblin with enough interests that they're not particularly awesome at any of them. Terrible self-esteem and yet prone to hilarious bouts of hubris. Full of the worst flavors of self-awareness. Owns far too many craft supplies. Will sing to you at the slightest provocation.
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