Sure thing?

It seems we have come to a personal self implosion. With you at one end of this bloody mess and the guilt lining my fingers. Somewhere and at some point I knew you would come to see that I was secretly screaming about eternity, and you were stuck on yesterday. I knew, I knew... I knew nothing. I knew everything.


So many nights I lay cold next to you but you seemed to miss the subtle hints of a shoulder turn, of a feigned answer. I wanted you to know I wasn't me anymore. I wasn't the one that could deliver you from your inverted time traverler's life. I couldn't pull you from your own depths. I couldn't be the saint you needed.




Maybe I decided to live life for me for once.

Maybe I just gave up....


And maybe my eyes were caught in the glory of whispered aspirations and big dreams. Their fleeting shadows made me ever the more exasperated follower. desperate for a dream, desperate for something more than you could give me.



more than I could give you.



I don't know how you became the antagonist of everything I wanted in life but it sure did happen. Hell it was probably inevitable. maybe I turned you into that monster. Oh, I did. So I sit with the consequences of my fanciful wishes and pray for easy answers.


Nothing came last night.
Or this morning.



So its a dragged out death, a slow execution, of something that was once so alive and now a mangled corpse. Us.... And as hard as I try to make you the winner as hard as I try to throw myself under a bus and give you the head-start you need, it's still the same. you lose.









You lose.