I know sometimes my explanations sound like screams.
May I be excused from bringing this to the table?
I drink to remember, and I think to forget.
On the edge of the bridge with all my contenders.
I watch them jump while I just sit.
And I apologize for lying about smiling.
I'm just a frightened little cat who's good at acting like a lion.
I've learned the tired better sleep.
Two years gone in one weekend, and heaven never smelled so cheap.
I feel like we're dead.
Although, there's still a silhouette of you next to me in bed, etched in my head.
What's meant to rebuild us could wind up killing us instead.
Best friends.
A relapse into our past is tempting
because you forgot we were built to spill when the glass became half empty.
Don't worry. I'm always and forever still in love,
and I'll be right by your side whenever you decide to kill your crush.
With love,
Micheal
