Learning to let go of those who were yours…
Letting them go; flushing memories gone.
Oh yes! They must be flushed lest come blood sores;
blood healed by moonlight and you flee from the dawn.
Dawn brings them out, they who lie against you.
Everything is opposite where I live.
I’d rather see Stars than a sky that’s blue.
Truth is my torture, not head-wound blood-sieve.
Forget it….gonna fucking be OK.
I know that, just turn the feelings off, now.
After you do, I’ll eventually say:
“you were right all along and I’m like, ‘wow'”.
It’s not very quick to get to that point…
fucked my weed dealer, can’t get me a joint.