Oh another poem
to you from me,
how quaint.
How sickly-sweet.

I'm more ****** up than you,
I'm sicker you see?
Cause I want you to want me
and I want you to want me and
I want you to want me
because you're too pretty
and funny and
dainty and tough
and strong and determined and
smart and filled with willpower
and because
you're too good for me.
Too wholesome, too beautiful and kind.
Too filled with.. Well.

I can't just let you go, duh.

I'm just here, gravity, yeah sure it's there but
I'm just here to.
I'm just here.
I'm Just.
I'm Justin,
and I'm an alcoholic.

Won't hear from you tomorrow and
that's okay because
it's better that way.

You deserve someone whole, something
more meaningful.
You deserve a man.

It's better this way.