so you ask me if i feel silly and it seems like you haven't heard a word i've said. no, i feel heartbroken and misplaced - knocking at doors when i should be home safe. i feel fractured and empty, this isn't a joke. i'm not a moniker for fun. and you'd be surprised how much i build myself up. days and hours i labor, my heart on a string i let slip away, caught up in a tree where it never visits me. while its easier to cry in the cold and the blows hurt harder in the cold, slower to heal - and this is life in the now.
so, some tragic ends to us my friend, while walking with you all those months ago, i had no idea when i discovered this would all happen to you; the fairytale breakup, the mining for work - i don't know what to make of it. i broke from your corner, away from the slaughter, i restarted my life and changed my makeup. if i missed the powers i had with you, it didn't do me any good, i'd give it all back - only at the shot of a complete redo. for me. for you.
did you ever once consider the future? what we'd do?
you made me think so. your way of filling me up so you could deliver the last blow.
i'm overwhelmed with sadness, i hate you.
i was so liberated, freely moving like the air, not on any track or path.