dust settles
scores level
a few backpedals
there were dark times but now it's tonight
fallen petals
forced devils
thoughts still wrestle
but it's been a year since that fight
it's not that it wasn't real
it just wasn't realistic
hope can gut dreams
if you aren't careful with it
pure joy led right to pain
it almost feels sadistic
looking back but that's the problem
remembering is a sickness
and its like you moved inside too
i try to make room
but its not really you
it's what you meant to my humanity
i still don't really know what to do
recalling random **** out of the blue
good comes with the bad it's poignantly true
it just costs the last bit of my sanity
what do you do when there's nothing left to do?
(separate the spines from the flesh and pick the bones clean?)
overthink :)
and spend every thursday morning with a nice lady
who tells you everything will be okay
(i just dont know)