those first few moments
the beginging
the world seems perfect
before the doubt
the mistrust
the lies
the war
the anger
ahh my love
those last few moments
when was the last time
i felt
such a beautiful regret
i feel almost meloncholic to be leaving in december
its the coldest of times
for the warmest of prose
you were the most powerful body of water
and i but dry sand
incapable of your floods
i was drowned by what i stole from you
you were a river
when all i needed was a stream
a pathway
upon empty land
i have nothing to offer you
except for the end
having no family
loving no land
gives me so much space
for all the things I never asked for
merry fucking christmas
to everything i am
and happy fucking new year
to all the things I don’t need to be
there is no more need
to be me
and lets be honest
we’re both tired
of being you
There are reasons
but this isn’t one of them
this is just another time
im wrong for standing by you
i am more unhappy here
than anywhere else
you have ever left me
zebrasindenver 