I left. I'm back,
as a different person,
and a cooler cat.

Won't you come?
I mean, to sing along
with me!

I know you all despise
my poetry.

To the one person that ever read-
to this day my heart is still in dread-
and my thoughts just as thoughtless!
There's not much to be in a world
filled with coffins..

In the time we last spoke-- I mean--
my fingers with the page,
my gpa was higher- a 3.5--
and my heart was aglow.

But no- I have become what I
feared I would,
manipulative, *****, bummed
out and bitter, and
I barely noticed it.

I barely noticed it.

But thanks to coming back,
and reading through my
old catalogue--

I have found a reason
to carry on.