I want my tale to end:
Vanished
Never to be seen again

Tell your son about me
The one we could've had

If you can't remember anything good
Say I gave you strength you thought you would never have

The butterflies died in my stomach
And if I'm writing like I'm drunk
Then these words are sober

I'm writing like I remember
Like the wind never inspired
Like a metaphor ever mattered

Your sun soaked skin
My awkward grin

The saddest thing
What could've been