I remember how she'd laugh.
And the way she felt laying there.
When we just looked at each other.
It was warm.
It was comfortable.

She said the most endearing thing.

You make me feel safe.

Now.

I just feel bad.
About ******* it up.
With nothing,
Gained.

Everything,
Lost.

I want to be forgotten.
By everyone.
And just appear.
On the shores of reality.
A different person.

People think they know me.
But, they always.
Get it.
So.
Very.
Wrong.