Why Can't You?

By: Sarah Kate Daskal

Wasting my time on people is an amazing hobby of mine

Its what reminds me that my life isn’t my own,

that I am someone else’s always

And that’s fine, because I just love trying to fix you with all my broken parts

I love letting you walk on me so you don’t scratch up your feet

I love getting attached to you, someone as solid as air

I love waking up in the morning know you’re going to screw up and I have to praise you for it

I love knowing that I must love you constantly and with abandonment

I love how I knew that this would happen

I just knew that I would become a piece of you,

become tiny flicks that you just shake off with no damage to your person at all

Oh, sure, I’m there if you need me

Always and forever yours, of course

But I understand that when I become an annoyance, I am no longer necessary

I just love being expendable, damaged, hurt

I love the pain of loving you

I love…

Why can’t you be happy with my broken parts?

Why can’t you just let me walk beside you?

Why can’t you be attached as well?

At least then you’d understand that I’m not doing this willingly!

Why can’t I screw up? Why don’t you praise me?

Why can’t you be apart of me?

Why aren’t you expendable?

Why don’t you love me?

Why do I care?