Come closer. Year three.

Oblivious me.
This relationship will die.
Wolfstock performance.
I think I’m gunna cry.
Single again.
Well at least I tried.
Let’s be friends?
I’m too much of a nice guy.

Cut the ties and apply…
All these frustrations to pumpkin pie?
NO.
Lift those weights. Focus that thought.
Stray from the pain. Run from that blood clot…
Of a person.

Rebuild.
Rebuild.
Rebuild.
I can stand up now.
I can walk this harrowing tale.
What may be minor to some,
Honestly left me impaled.
So I pull out that spike.
I will prevail.
I act for the first time,
I read my future like it’s braille.
I assume the best is yet to come.
My ship is at full sail.