I'm glad your slate is clean.
Mine's still tarnished in filth and memories.
Now that you've cut yourself free from me.
Maybe now you'll find deep within,
You and Him ;
You're fragile and dim.

It's like you learned from the month of June,
To become alone and cold like the moon.
And I thought to my self on more than one occasion
"How miserable must I be" ;
Before you to came to a simple decision?

And don't you think its crazy;
How well our demons danced, and didn't mind?
It's like they forgot about us, as they spun intertwined.

When bottles felt like sky-scrapers
I removed your staples
I moved your mountains,
Wished on silver, that sunk in fountains.
I forced myself to be the foundation that kept you strong
It was no secret, you were my favorite song.

I'll shoulder a sadness, as you flourish,
I want so badly to break in search for new purpose.
A relentless optimist
Time to stumble and fall on clenched fists.

Still,
A broken back is better than a broken will.


*"So I'll get mine you get yours,
and if we're both happy it's settled forever more"