Oh, I've been going through a hell of a time.
Making sense of everything you left behind.
When I arrange it into columns and lines
I always think it's adding up, but it never does.
So in the morning maybe I'll be alright,
and through the day I'll prepare for the fight.
With a fever on a Saturday night,
cause this is giving me the shakes and butterflies.
I'm not sure why I write in this thing. I think sometimes its just good to see my thoughts outside of my head and in some decent, albeit vague, order. I've got some questions I'll be asking myself for the time being and the foreseeable future. Lets hope I can face the man in the mirror and give an honest answer, not just lie to save face. Literally.
Its times like these I am reminded what it is to be born with a huge heart. And the burden it takes to carry it all these years. I'd lessen my plight in this world if I just knew how.
i’ll just go fuck myself
and read off a list of reasons
in my head, in a bed
that hasn't felt like mine in months
that i should not be kissing you so opened mouthed
for fear that truth might soon fall out.
