Looking down I see him
With his dimples and curls...

A new year rests on the horizon
Possibilities endless and bright...

the walls bleed of you
your essence seeping through...

self hatred and guilt
pulse with every beat...

A battle wages ceaselessly in
caverns deep and dark...

Once more, left desiring
The only thing...

I find it funny and kind of ironic
That you'd have the perfect...

The ties binding our souls
Stretch between life and death...

You've added insult to injury
and I've tried my best to not let it get the best...

Staying awake for some semblance of normality
When in reality, your choice devastated me...

what do you do
when your dreams become nightmares...

"I don't think it's a good idea for you to come...