Excuse me for my ramble but this is my method for capturing answers...do you remember the night at your apartment it was you an I an empty living room a couple dabs of acid and a lit candle...I was tweakin hallucinations were vivid you an I were trippin in fact because of that I stayed the whole weekend...
remember when you promised compromise? I pondered if you and I were partners it'd be perfect probably..
truth is I was uncertain you were unpredictable...you were both good and bad for me yet I didnt let that define you as a person..we had a different purpose... I promised you that to me your state of mind was urgent...you kept me alive...remember when you sent me photos of your thighs that were scarred dripping blood thick cuts from a knife?...
you kept harming yourself....I questioned your methods of venting you claimed it was painless...you were numb...funny how you fumble on lovers... when i gave you my heart you rejected....quick question...who's remained in your presence even through your reckless decisions?
