Something happened to a friend of mine that reminded me of these over dramatic song lyrics I wrote awhile back:

I was so ready
For this to end

This purgatory
That I've been in.

You came along, Dear
And blew my mind.

But in the end, Dear
You won't be mine.

My heart it opened
Just a bit

But in the end, Dear
It turned to shit.

I don't know now,
What's right or wrong.

Was it a good thing
You came along?

I thought you'd help me
Escape this pain.

But in the end, Dear
It's all the same.

It's just another
Deep and painful cut.

Yes in the end, Dear
My heard slammed shut.


And you know what? Just for the record? I'm so glad it worked out the way it did and the inspiration for that song/poem and I didn't happen. Darkest before the dawn. Or well, a mini dawn.. enough of a dawn that I'm happy to be alive and well typing this right now.

And my dear dear friend (and all you folks out there who have had your hopes way the fuck up just to have them crash way the fuck down) the world turns whether we like it or not, but at least that means you've got yourself a dawn coming. And soon enough you'll be happy to be alive and writing stupid overdramatic song lyrics.

I promise.