"apparently, i live for drama"
i wrote, huddled on the floor in usual contemplation
next to a warm bed, under snoring
trying to write without my glasses, (in the dark)
i shouldn't think in the middle of the night
only leads me to remember criticisms i once took to heart
(especially the breaking of others')
but its too late to seriously analyze
cuz i fell for drama once
all those games, and all the lies left us both losers
in out gone
"i best to back to bed"
i wrote, and dreamed into a much better world,
awaking to my reality.. into the eyes of my inspiration
then my love, my savior,
wrapped me up, read my words, and sent them off into what doesn't matter, right where they belong