"Like I got the wind knocked out of me,
like a deep breath that’s not refreshing.
Picked open the scab to a wound in progross of healing
and told to see it as a blessing.
But I’m stressing
Cant fight the flashbacks of memories from the dark and light
I hide in places i never even knew I owned
and I just wanted those wounds to heal together
And in exchange for wishful thinking,
I ended up alone.
Unconditional.
It was the high to my lowest drug.
And in the midst of all my loving, losing, and falling
Bewildered a piece of me, I never knew I loved.
From there it decayed into the crevsis of his viens
pumping life in places he never knew he was missing.
And the last few ounces of blood left for myself
there, began its endless dripping.
Drip
Drip
Drip.
My Frustrations flow in magnitudes
in night bound to sleepless dreams…
For every lie he told,
Every sale he sold.
Every bitter-sweet word
I believed."
