Last One To You
a poem
here we go—one last dance gotta be my final chance to say the things I couldn’t say hope you read them here one day something broken going on to still be singing this same song but tell myself forever more that I can finally close the door probably kidding, tried before you’re the one that I write for no matter if it’s not ‘to’ you for you it is, that’s always true despite all you think of me to me you’re one within a sea of people that feel distant still through my bared heart—all my will but even though you saw me not there beside you, I was bought and sold to you to grow within strong and free and whole again at ease around you, crumbling knocked off tilt and stumbling you spun me round but held me still heart remembers—always will it seems I wrote a fucking book shitty poems, hope you look not the best but from the heart they’re alright, a solid start need an edit from a boss who could it be, I’m at a loss still feel like there is more to say so, we’ll see, I’m sure someday long last I’ll run out of this juice that has me writing these for you until then I guess I’ll just let more shit pour out like all the rest expect a comeback mighty soon quit three more times before it’s noon it might be sad but feels too good to be so real up in this hood it’s all for you, might always be I don’t know why, goodness me
