Saturday night facebook chat

you ask as if you know the answer,
when in reality the answer is too far from you.

i fear you're wasting your time
i fear my chalky answers will stick in your brain but not wash down to your heart
and make you stuck.

but if anything,
talking to you reminds me of how lost you are,
how stuck, already.

you used to be my brother.

and now you only talk to me when you're drunk
or nearly there i guess.
or not sober enough to think first.

your words are empty, lonely.

you ask me if i want to argue
sir, i'm in love with the Creator of the universe.
your arguments mean nothing to me,
a girl in love.

but J tells me to be ready for this-
and i'm totally not.

but talking to you
reminds me how much i need my Love,
reminds me how much i have...

you're lonely. i know that for a fact,
not because anything you've said- you seem to have it all together-
but just because i know.
i know you are.

so i'll let you carry this conversation.
five more minutes
and i need to sleep.

my heart aches for yours.
for yours to know you are loved
loved
loved

once you knew.
or thought you did...

goodnight.