I've fucked up big time
I've fucked up brilliantly
You make me want to have a seizure, to feel my head spin and the feeling of Latex gloves hands of doctors as they try to diagnose what's wrong with me
Where do I begin?
You
I will start with you
Thomas, our love was the moon, forever waning until it was but a shard
A shard that cuts through me, sharp and piercing, making me bleed on the bathroom floor
Annie, you are selfish but yet you care so much about me
Care enough to make me on the verge of death
Our madness and our brilliant mistakes go hand in hand, and I can taste the salty flavor of my sins like rain on my tongue
I am empty, so empty
Gorging myself on ocean waves to try to fill the shallowness
Maybe Ill come back as an old oak tree and when the little children gather around me and ask how I treated Life and Love,
I'll say,
"I survived."
