before you met me

i'm not exactly flowing with a theme, or writing with intentions. in all honesty, i don't really know what this post is. bear with me.

in my dreams, i’m standing by a chalkboard. shoulders square, chin upright, with a screen playing your actions back to you. I take a ruler and jab it in your chest and tell you that you taught me what fleeting love is. you mumble a reply and the guilt settles in, pulling your shoulders forward, face in your hands. you gaze at the screen and begin to understand the fragmented affection the beings of the universe tend to present. I tap on your shoulder; gazing at you in resentment. and you tell me you’re sorry for the first time. I nod my head and turn my back. the world’s infatuation by the “I don’t care for the world” mentality is intoxicating; you didn’t realize you became the enemy you swore you’d never be before; before you met me.