It occurs to me after writing this that maybe this is more depressing than “Happy Valentine’s Day” love poem. But… emotions are emotions. I could write a million cookie-cutter greeting card love poems in no time flat. But that wouldn’t reflect how I feel.<\/p>\n
I’m happy to keep waiting for you. I miss you. I love you, wuff. Happy Valentine’s Day.<\/p>\n
There is a door I don't open, It's not painful, perse. There is a time I don't work, Each little slip, There is a life I don't live, My placeholder functions. It occurs to me after writing this that maybe this is more depressing than “Happy Valentine’s Day” love poem. But… emotions are emotions. I could write a million cookie-cutter greeting card love poems in no time flat. But that wouldn’t reflect how I feel. I’m happy to keep waiting for you. I miss you. I […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":[],"categories":[25],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/getmeoutofthis.net\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3073"}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/getmeoutofthis.net\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/getmeoutofthis.net\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/getmeoutofthis.net\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/getmeoutofthis.net\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=3073"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"http:\/\/getmeoutofthis.net\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3073\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":3076,"href":"http:\/\/getmeoutofthis.net\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3073\/revisions\/3076"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/getmeoutofthis.net\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=3073"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/getmeoutofthis.net\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=3073"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/getmeoutofthis.net\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=3073"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}Things Will Be Right<\/p>\n
\nsealed room I try to keep pristine,
\nfor soon it will be filled,
\nand things will be right.<\/p>\n
\nNumbers turn into other numbers
\nand things progress,
\nlists checked and dos to'd,
\nnothing ruined, nothing gained,
\nroutine continued
\nuntil it can change.<\/p>\n
\nkeeping track of monitors,
\nfor soon they will flash,
\nand things will be right.<\/p>\n
\nexhaustion, setback,
\nextra responsibilities
\neating away at time
\nreserved for us,
\ninoculation to loneliness,
\nbut it doesn't stop
\nmy head from wandering
\ntowards what you're doing
\nduring those missed connections.<\/p>\n
\nbecause it would be pointless,
\nfor soon I'll have motivation
\nand things will be right.<\/p>\n
\nIt works, and I smile,
\nknowing it's close
\nto my desire,
\nbut without you,
\nsimply a preview
\nof what's to come
\nusing only B-roll,
\nstaying away from the action.<\/code><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"