The Mess I Have Created
Nov 10, 2015
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I wanted to cook for you.
Show you I wanted you to be satisfied.
I wanted to make sure you fell asleep with ease every night.
Wake up knowing you slept soundly.
Support you in your dreams.
My dreams never turn out.
I dream of the rain. I wake up to the sun.
But you’re not the sun I wake up to.
We wither.
Crumble.
Give me a god damn slice of cake. I’m done.
Oct 13, 2015
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It is okay
Things tend to fade away
Nothing is forcing you to stay
I will be okay
