nursing slopes

I know what it says about me, that I hate myself less for what I did to you and more

For what has become of us

Naturally I'm anxious and unstable knowing I'm lost to my best friend though I see

You almost every day

In my cracked kingdom in my terror hive of brutal nostalgia

On some self imposed house arrest of the mind that's useless

Trying to numb the fear, the fear, that deforms the negatives and makes all

Memories pathetic, so pathetic

I have no charm to win you back, the anthers drained, the feria is over

Of what sweetness still remains, I can't trust myself

Oh the complex codes, the polymorphic addled fuhrer of our arrangement

I'm lost to my best friend though I see you almost every day