It’s been a long time, a long ride.
How many times have I come here and given up by the second line?
Not this time. No. Third line, some progress at least.
No fancy wording,
No goddamn structure.
Screw that. You’re reading me?
I’d be ludicrous to believe pretty words can cover up for my lack of
That’s all, that’s it.
There is no poetic way to deliver any of it anymore.
The beauty in melancholy has faded away.
That ship has
It all becomes hopeless when you realize “it” won’t go away.
“It” will linger there in your chest and eat you from the inside.
No blue shade in the world can make this feel pretty.
No more, no.
All these years,
A self-repeating cycle of shit.
And there is no good way to end it.
So I will just leave you.