Dear Wanker

I’m not always sure what to do But, I’m good with words, so I wrote this for you Your heart is a stone, its rough and dark And deep in that rock is a hole That hole is where you kept me. From my small view I watched my life pass by as I lived as half a person. When I catch myself thinking of what we once were i’m enveloped in a whirlwind of disgust. Im learning, again, how to breathe my own breath. So I don’t live with regret Ever again. So, at night I close my eyes and whisper our secrets to the ceiling. Purging my soul of memory of you.