I dreamed of you again last night
You held me...
Six years ago,
on a warm, sunny day...
Perhaps if I had wished you godspeed
or, at the very least, wellness...
I'm sick of myself today
So I threw up hundreds of drawings...
I’ve been nursing a dozen exit wounds
Ever since you entered the room...
There is no bridge
of us any more...
Lately, I keep making
grave mistakes...
I’m not normal
But you made every broken piece fit...
You don’t know what it’s really like to be...
To wake up every morning with nothing...
What is there left to grasp?
Feeling helpless, heartbroken, and alone...
I remember.
All those mornings with you...
Maybe if I took off all of my clothes you would...
I know you pay to watch other people do it...