It's incredible how far I've come to make it to right now.
All those times I should have died.
All the times when I thought my world could not go on.
But I haven't died my world keeps spinning.
And through all this madness the only earthly thing that I've found is certain.
Is that nothing is certain.
And despite this the world moves on and people move with it.
So I don't see why we can't be friends.

Darling does it hurt you to know how low our chances are?
Do you regret saying yes when I asked you to be with me?
Are you ashamed of all the Love you have shown to me?
If it does hurt don't worry because if we break it was meant to be.
My only prayer is that you can forget me.

My mind is tired, but my eyes cannot shut.
My hands want to write, but my soul cannot utter a word.
I did everything I could, but it wasn't enough.
So what does one do when he can't do anything.
I'm not sure anymore.
Because it seems I've spent so many days awake.
That I've forgotten how to sleep.

I'm a man nothing less.
But as such I am also nothing more.

My mind is filled with riddles I cannot solve.
Like why would a man fall in love when he knows it can ****.

My heart is like fire which means my words must be smoke.
This is why I hate their smell when they pour from my mouth.

Sometimes when I'm alone in my little corner of this world.
I think of all the horrible things I've done.
The bridges I've burned, the ignorant things I've said, the people I've let down.
And then I think of now of you and how soon you'll be one of those people.

But then the sun rises and I go to you.
And my blissful ignorance and unquestioning confidence sets in.
I enjoy living in these beautiful daydreams.
But now as I sit in this little corner I wonder if one day.
That these daydreams will become just that.

Merely a **Dream.

I cut open my own head to examine my thoughts.
"What the **** are you thinking you know this can't work"
But in reality I don't know.
In fact I don't know much of anything.
But one thing I do know is life is short.
And two years from now I'll laugh at myself for being so blind.
Assuming I make it that far.

I could have been single.
I could have left this town and never looked back.
But you got in the way of that.

And I Love you for it.
But it doesn't change the fact I'm leaving.
And as my last month approaches I wonder if this little summer fairy tale.
Will get a happy ending.