All of them started for you but the cracks got in.

Remembering in pieces that I am not a jackass, but he is such a jackass.

When I turn the other way here you come knocking.

Don’t even know you do it, but you do it every time.

Like a smack to the face every second the wolf takes. At least these mistakes can be deleted. Unlike the thousands I lost and forgot.

Your soul hits harder than your words dipped with knives do. Truly yours in the passive acceptance of the words you keep spitting in my general direction.

Yes, and no, and ugh I can’t explain it but you’re really fucking loud.

Should I even send you love if you don’t want it.

Your lady is yours and perfect forever. I still hear how much you love her and it makes and ruins my day, but it’s not for me anyway so it might matter later.

And I’m yours and imperfect and just a mess. I say forever, I’m hanging on by this thread. Knowing that beautiful melody isn’t mine but I listen to it like I need it.

I need it, I’m sorry I took it.

Good I guess. Day is over, here’s the promise kept.

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