I wish I could say that I've emerged from all this with a new sense of self.

I want to show that I've shed my burden like an old skin. I've been keeping my head above water, I'll say. 

I'd like to tell everyone that I was burned and burned until I was nothing but ash, and rose from the detritus as a phoenix, but I've had no epiphanies worth noting. I never did shed my winter skin, and I'm still drowning.

I'm still a pile of ash.

how come he's the one to let me down 

how come they glow different in the evening?

how come they stare distant into daylight?

like its all alright 

"I love you. I love you but I'm turning to my verses and my heart is closing like a fist" 

we flew too high looking for love 

we knew the skies but not well enough 

I will not break myself trying to fix you. not again. 

please, for once, let the less loving one be me 

love breaks my bones and I laugh