Presumptuous

I predict things sometimes

And it's all just speculation

Though I've found it's often true

Yet I don't like marking it down or telling

Since then I jinx it to never materialize

Such as the would-be Practicum 2013

Everyone else can watch as their dreams untie-

So why can't I?

But at least it was confirmed my allegations were true

And though that may hurt more

It's a fulfilling kind of hurt

A prettier hurt than any I've recently felt

A glorious masochistic hurt

Which makes me smile as I cry because it proves two things

I am worthwhile

And I am loved here

Loved by people I adore more than the stars

And, my dear, that's more fulfilling than any empty happiness-

Handed easily to me at the place I just fled from

I can be presumptuous here

Though I supposedly should have learned my lessons

If my predictions fall flat here, it's to make room for better

And that's what I want of life

Which is why no one in this wide earth can convince me I'm dumb to stay

In fact, I think moving back to Minnesota is the smartest thing I've done in a while