This morning I found your note, the one that reads:

"I just want to curl up in some dark place
where no one can ever find me so I can
drown in crystalized sadness and crimson
painted secrets. That way I don't worry anyone
when a stranger walks into the hotel bathroom
to see that scene asking questions I'm not leaving
the answers to. Don't worry, I'll keep my promise
and love you until the ends of time and even after
Death himself dies, but this is just another one of
those things people just have to do. "

I'm not going to lie, that does sound like a good plan right now.

No, I'm not okay
thank you
for asking though.

I hope you are

h a p p y

I'm sorry
I could never
figure out
the words that
made you

s                   e
   m           l
           i

even though
I mastered
the ones that
make you

C
     R
Y

No, I'm not okay
thank you
for asking though.

She gave me a sense.
A sense that maybe life wasn't too bad after all.

But those chains were broken when the truth came out.
I was no lover,
Not even a friend.
I made a decision,
that would would soon end.

But I know that if I wait,
There may still be hope.
Rather send flowers,
Than hang from a rope.

It is true you have hurt me,
Many time before.
But even through the pain,
I run straight back for more.

Little did I know,
That what lay ahead.
Could be amother memory,
That fell in my head.

She makes the wind blow warm.
The sun shine bright.
And I know for a fact,
I won't give up this fight.