In a heartbeat

In a heartbeat I’m broken again. Too tired to talk. Too tired to let things lie. You mis-interpret, and that’s it. The one I need, pushing, distant. My heart sinks. My head throbs. The past is to blame. Isn’t it always? Fuck what’s been. All I want is a future. Is that so hard? Am…

I like you a lottle.

Lets start at the end like a Stephen King Noveland I’ll get this all out before I start to lose my bottle,and before I have a wobble and I waffle till I nobbleany chance I have to throttle back, and all my nerves then gobble up my message. So I decided I should cobbletogether a…

Broken

Broken. Pieces scattered. Some missing. Some gone for good. Holding as much together as I can. Still not enough to keep it in though.