You Can't Have It All

But you can have a cheap pizza with cheese like rubber, it's tomato sauce with a hint of green.
You can have the soft, icy touch of water, waking you up at 4AM, telling you your AC is broken.
You can have the purr a cat and the hiss of a wounded stray, a look that can only mean I'll get you later, and when it's November, you can have time and abundantly so. You can have love, and lot's of it, when she wants you too, like a teeter-totter swinging back and forth, love to hate, then love to love.
You can have irritated friends, aggravated by the fact that "You can't keep your hands off each other".
You can have a worn down soul, toughened up like the bottom of your shoes,
 never not ready to tread on thin ice,
or needles and spikes.
You can have now, smiles and fun, flirting and a little bit of hurting, knowing that you're going to say goodbye.
You can have the pain and pleasure of living far away, far from the family's that you adore and abhor with such a pleasant passion, one that fills your heart every time you are dragged away from friends far too early in the summer vacation. You can't ever get back what you've lost, but you can have late night chats and long distance phone calls, ready for use, for they'll soon be needed.
You can have the grass on your brand new cleats, the wind in your face, and the bruises and scabs on your knees, reminding you that when you fall it shall leave a mark. Although not forever.
You can have music blasting through your headphones, so loud, so proud, so that everyone can hear it, and you still won't care. You can have the Sweet and Sour candy bag which would blatantly remind you of your relationship with a certain someone, if there were twice as many sweets than sour.  You can have arguments with your family, awkward dinners with tension drowning out the taste of your spicy Asian foods. You can't count on anyone to pull you out of a pit, but you can have someone waiting patiently at the surface,she's laughing to herself, very quietly. So when you clamber out, she'll be there for you, and you'll know why she waited when the others went on. So you'll know why you bothered to drag yourself out in the first place.
And when all else fails, you can still grab a pack of cookies, open up a comic book filled with childhood memories, sit yourself down and remember all you couldn't leave behind.
You can have the most painful thing you'll ever have to say,
"Love you, goodbye."

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