This is a 3-1 where the one wins and everyone loses.
I've curled my palm into fists and then I let my bad judgement kisses it
many, many, many times.
People make endless bad judgement, foolish to no ends.
Listen, Sierra, as many times as I could be wrong, you will
find comfort in learning things on your own.
Things are true even when they are not forever.
The most truth there is, is to accept ending when it presents itself.
I was foolish to think any time can be the right time.
Distance will wreck remnants of your little hearts.
Sierra, you were the only one who has seen me at my worst
and loved me enough to stay,
before I realized, I was a monster. That's why everyone else left.
I throw my punches.
But it is hard when you're doing it alone, against.
The cold nights, haunted.
I was still petrified of being lonely.
Alone and lonely is not much the same you taught me.
No roads can take me to you.
No letters my hands can bleed.
Tire you out is all I will do.
I stare at the door all day wanting to exit.
I wonder all day if that's where you'd like to be too.
What else is the right thing to do other than to show you out the door?
Sierra, you are the most precious, most kind.
Nothing more I will wish for you but love and happiness.
None I can gift you.
