Sometimes I miss you so much I want to throw up, the thought of you with someone else makes me want to blow up, I choke up, I smoke up, drink up and shut up just to keep my love for you sewed up and locked up.

As I fill up my inflatable float with distractions, I’m scared one day it will erupt from the build-up of my anxiety’s reactions and blow the **** up in the face of all my current transactions.

I’m sorry I’m messed up, but I’m getting through it day by day but hey, I honestly wouldn’t want it any other way so I’m going to keep inflating and hopefully keep going up, up, up and away until one day I won’t give a **** how high I’ve gone up and I know in my heart that that’s whats up.