S N I P P E T S

These are just snippets of thoughts and feelings. It's like diet garbage poetry mixed with lines someone else in another timeline put in my head.

If you think they're about you, you're probably wrong even if you're right by virtue of the Law of Nuh Uh.

Eight Little Letters
I confused your sincerity and salvation with something that meant more,
Jumped through a window of opportunity you called an open door.
In my foolishness I fell face first right into the first floor,
But it feels like I'm even dumber for thinking you even care anymore.

So instead of having the basic decency to take this up in therapy,
I'm haunting your inbox at the cursed hours of six to three.
These regrets and tears have been enough to fill the dead sea,
And to think there's not an ounce of love for you left in me.