Nothing Ever Ends

I am a sinking ship on the best of days. My life is a twisted mess of insecure metaphors. I keep things complicated for myself, I think.

I haven't really seen my family in months. We're strangers that share genetics and history, but very little of the heart.

I work in a bar because the music stays between me and everyone else. It keeps me tired, exhausted, and quiet. It keeps me from trying for something better.

I don't try very hard in school. I withdraw from classes, or work 3 jobs at once so I have an excuse to fail. A reason to stay behind. A reason to keep some distance between the future and I.

C. asked me the other night, "if I lit my hand on fire... would you break up with me?" And I replied that I'd fix it for him. But I keep thinking of this. I would. And I don't know if I'm happy with that. I don't know if expending that energy on him is reciprocated.

I don't know if I can ever be with anyone if I keep dreaming of up and leaving one day. I don't know if I can ever be with anyone if I keep falling in love with everyone.

I don't know where I am today.

you'll find nothing truer than the light just before the night turns to day.

There's something in the air that gets me into trouble every time.

And I can't find what it takes to apologize.

I don't want to do anything but lay in the sun, with or without you, but with a smile, nonetheless.