February 2025

Please don't open the dam, Violently flood fresh water with salt. It's been about time this bridge will weather and collapse. Though my cupped hands ache for brine, You keep me longing for the glow with a bright smile on my face. I need to keep smiling, because the glow will never stop. It could never stop, and that can mean just so much. Label it the cradle of my hurt, if you would Though they'd see it was only blue sunset at best. Back to the days when basking in the blue Was all I could truly stand to do Spent twelve months anticipating the end of the world, and it's still yet to face my share. So cheers to us. Lest we diminish. Let's idle at the enscarpment's edge As if we'll reduce this tearing of threads. Leeching about my life the way I do – it's a shame, and to what end? To what end do I learn that, eventually, every lesson teaches the same. No, it's not you. No, it never really was. So drop the dagger, buddy. You must fix your heart.