10.15.2018

I do not want to admit, the reality

you have residence, in my consciousness

I have not met with such happiness, ever since

I tried to turn the lights out

cut the power lines

eviction in the place of conviction

I want to be all you ever know

to live up to being the one you loved

but now I am but a shrinking star

lost, somewhere, on your horizon

notes… sometimes I just write things that hurt me to the core, because truth can be brutal, but it is truth, I may hate it, I may hate myself for my own self, for losing her, it is easy to look back, it is not easy to not regret the fact.