Roses are red. Violets are blue. Sometimes, I wish I didn't love you.
Hills can be steep and hard to climb, but I keep willing myself to move forward up this hill, move forward with my life.
This liquid is spicy and warm as it flows down my throat, burning away my fears, angers, morals, achievements, inhibitions, burning away everything until even the memory of you is gone.
Darkness starts to descend, and I wonder if I'll keep the lights on tonight, or finally surrender myself to the dark.
The tide rises with the pros of staying and ebbs with the cons of leaving.
And I jump deep into the water, open my eyes in this surreal place.
The full moon shines bright as I surface above the water, knowing that tonight is another night that I will stay, knowing tomorrow is another day of hoping for the best.
What doesn't **** you will make you stronger, if you let it.