I am my own lover, my own best friend. On my own forever.
I might as well do that knowing I am still free to be me.
Cry on the floor if you must. Grab a pillow and sob if it helps. Let your feelings of guilt or shame anger and fear fall out of you.
And didn’t anyone ever tell you? Real friends don’t use each other.
I wanted to be so in love with you wrap myself so deep In.
For there is honor in a good death especially the daily death of everyday living.