I Don'T Care If You Slit Your Wrists, Anymore
I'm numb. I'm indifferent. I don't love or hate you anymore. I'm luke warm and being spit
out of God's mouth... There's so much room now with out you in my universe. I told myself
I would, and you kept interrupting. Barging in through the door without knocking the way
you always do. I don't live there anymore. I've traded sand for chalk and the water tastes
better hear. I hope to never see you here in my new home... you are not allowed and
unwelcomed. You are gone so forget the goodbyes and tears. The season of change is upon me
and my fire burns bright through out the night. My tears cleaned away the foul past and my
sights are focused on coming years.
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