Take what’s left of mine. I’m willing so to left ya be. I stood by the clock waiting for ya. You were dead on arrival. I held you, but where has your head been? So I take this time to unleash my wild being just so you can wake up. No dent has been made because the “thing” that’s keeping us alive is just a “thing.” I want to be the cat in the night to steal whatever you don’t need so that I can pawn it for my escape route. Before I do, I still need to patch up the holes in the wall so that it can be left the way it was before the damages had been made. No lesson has been learned yet due to our hard heads. I want to believe that our love is still there, but whatever is it, it seems like its starting to fade.
-Or its just me.