I never was Sunday mornings.
Usually Tuesdays after midnight.
When the clock hits two and you
lay down tired on bed in shreds with nothing
to do. Where the moon shines down
quietly and tears flow like gentle rivers
and all you feel is worthless and blue.
Where the misery begins and the sad
songs never seem to have an end. I was
a made up of a bundle of misery and a
pinch of mystery. A bundle of everything
that can tear human hearts and flesh apart.
That was the me before I met you. Thank you
for existing and letting me live too* ~