Isn't it lovely
When pervy men
Pop up in your DM box
And try to make you feel
That you are a failure

Hmm
Someone's pen
Is thicker than his ****

To open this journal
My own excitement exposed
I'd say I'd
Picked the wrong book
To see exhausted, loud lettering
"Our Wedding"
And to hack at the list
Well,
I just felt
Like a **** floating
Almost sinking with the first wave of water
Then suddenly spinning in an uncontrollable whirlwind of deluge and certain death

Could I ever
Just maybe

..

Could I ever go back to a time
Before I caused such a mess?

sticks and stones
a world alone
made blue by my perspective
a field of mice?
well that's alright

you do know that you're bigger
... right?

This time
I'm right here
Awaiting but
Praying

I long to know heaven