It does not matter the amount of words I try to write to make a little sense out of you, we had the perfect nonsense. You took in the ****** up and I took in the craziness. The amount of words that come out of the mouth that tries to make me feel better about this doesn't matter either, I knew I was drowning while still trying to make you experience flying for the first time. I knew you were the stubborn one.
So stubborn it can be the reason of what ends us.
It was.
Well, maybe.
The nonsense is what woke me, saving me from every horrible nightmare
Injected potions of green colored little shapes of happiness
And tiny rainy clouds where wildfires went mad
Sang me to sleep and tucked every bad thought in some black hole to never come back
Yet again it was the nonsense that gave me rocks as gifts, tied a couple on my rists and feet to help me drown and hoped I would not.
My brain presses on what's left of the last potion and blooms up and blows up, I'm one of the crazy ones now.
Karma will be nice to me this time.