this is how i feel..
the year has ended.. perhaps it isn’t quite what you thought it would be.. it isn’t quite what you thought i would be. i felt it more in the last 24 hours, but i can tell you nothing…
perhaps your hard knock life brings you to a catapult.. these 24 hours..
and the blame comes down..
too much for my own good.. what am i anyways?..
..and the blue light warms my face. sleepy drunk.. sleep quiet now.
but it wont rest. like a band-aid pulled from a freshly healed wound.
maybe now you can feel it?
too much for my own.. whatever that means..
i found you silly, laughing at yourself again. wishing for more than the deep end of a nerve. you felt the tear form in the corner, and you smiled.
finally, all that you waited for. all those hours meant nothing to your twelve.