And there may be no easy
way to tell you
that you're a *******
mess.
You're everywhere
though
it seems like you're
absence in space.
And,
if we're being blunt,
then make it known
that you're like
a storm that has taken
my home.
Though here we are,
we just lay.
Pulling my hoodie
above the brain.
And with the time,
you gave me to ponder
I made it known that
I was merely the
cloud
that has been dying to find
my own little sky,
inside of the storm,
she ignited.
**But, you're still a ******* mess.
And I can't stand
not being able to
not stand you.