Somedays I feel

like I have fallen

six stories and a hair

waking up cold

in another world,

keeping with the

tradition and a smile

that I like to spread

around, brown eyes

in a blue world,

hands awash with the

consequences, just remember

that I love you, and

that I am the harsh equivalent

of all my best intentions

gone horrifically awry.

this year has been my hardest

and im afraid im not gonna be

stronger on the other side of this

im praying for spring and the

heart to not feel like i deserve

to have what I want most just

because of the goodness and love

that i have brought into peoples lives.

this is no way to end a decade.