• I hold on to this image and look at us there.
    All I could think is why did I care.



    I think, I think and think some more.
    What was it about you I truly adore.



    Your cynical attitude.
    Your constant frown.
    Boy seriously......your worse than a clown.



    You lied to my face.
    And I saw right through.
    Yet I still.....put up with you.



    Was it because we shared things that no one else knew?
    Or because I really...loved you?



    I actually felt we got somewhere.
    Then I realized this feeling was somehow rare.



    My assumptions were right.
    Something was off.
    It made as much since as a faint...distance..cough.



    To the final question I ask myself.
    Why did I stay on this dusty, sad shelf?



    It was a challenge for me to adore such a crime.
    To find happiness in this bitter...sweet...time

    Dedicated to-J.M.S-