I miss you
And your bitch ass self
I mean that in love
Only another attempt
And you, again, dance in grimace
I couldnt help but pause and think of everything about you and us and things and everything that reminded me
…but I digress
I couldnt impress you
My clumbsy soul just juggled
Falling over my self
for you…with you?
My hurdle was me
As was yours
I suppose
Whatever it was
I climbed
So Ill continue
With my lonely six pack beatings
Alone again
with the internet
Ill love something again
maybe, as always, something
just another thing
“My hurdle was me
As was yours
I suppose
Whatever it was
I climbed”
A step in the right direction, to face our truth, if at least a little glance of it.