there was love
as it were
as much as was available
which sometimes wasn’t much
but a man in a desert can rejoice over a teaspoon of water

It is just like
August was here
   and lost.
My chances of redeeming
All but
            gone.

I lose last battle
Your attention awarded
To somebody else

There’s nothing better than being consciously out of it.
Carrying that white flag all aware of it.
Breaking the barriers.
Wasting away in my comfort that’s slipping away every second.
And hopefully coming back.

I try to be a good person
But probably I've let you down
And upset you countless times
Not to mention
The one I will feel most guilty about,
Dying.

you’ve stolen so much of my soul,
i’m still trying to remember who i was

i need to stop
setting myself on fire
to keep you warm.