The Album Leaf

I asked God tonight why I still liked Sarah, why I haven’t gotten over her, and what to do from here.

I wonder if anyone cares anymore. I don’t really. I don’t think you read my diary anymore, and I mean you. But I guess I don’t care anymore either.

I don’t know what I want to be, I don’t know if I’m interesting anymore, and I know I like to have fun, I know I don’t like being squeaky clean, I know that tonight I wanted to kiss you. Tonight I held your love handle in my palm, you let it rest there and it made me fill up. But not really. But I still know how pretty you are, and how stupid I sound saying it.

I wonder if God’ll answer me. I wonder why Sarah is here. Is there a GodSarah? What’s the point of lifeSarah? Go to bed now, and forever hold your piece.