I don’t regret the **** I do or the choices I make. Love is over rated and you’re a down grade. I tried my best to look out for the rest but I guess it’ll be me myself and I. I pray for better days and better ways but how am I supposed to do that? When everything I do reminds me of you? Of us? Maybe one day it’ll be a better day.

the sky is blue
just like her eyes
i have to stop telling myself
all of these lies.

“nothing’s wrong”
“i’m fine”
i say these lies
all the time.

honestly
that’s not true at all.
and truthfully
i have no idea what’s wrong.

i wish i could explain it to you
and tell you the truth
but how can i explain it to you
when i don’t know the truth?