Like falling flower petals

Why does it still irritate me, things in the past, things that were beyond my control in the first place?

I’m hurt, but I’m recovering.
I am me, and I am every single one of you.

It happens so, so very differently every single time. Love.

Yet, it’s the same.
It’s all the same.

I want to be loved. I get obsessed with the concept.

Smile for me, sugar. I think I’ll be okay so long as you smile at me. Hold it. Freeze. Don't stop. Love me. Give me the capacity of your lungs.