This is it, where it all ends
when i write you a poem that you will surely never read
and i will imagine
pasting it to your car windows
and i will imagine handing it to you with a wink

this is me lost and in pieces
this is me losing my mind
and coming in to see you
on a stitch of innocence
With every thread of my heart torn out
and useless

i am pathetic
and i am no good at writing poems..
somebody delete my GOD Damn BLOG!