Diary

 

START DATE:

October 2012

 

 

 

(untitled) 10/24/12

 

I feel like confessing;

I feel like I love you;

I feel like something's missing;

I feel like someone's fool.

 

I started things out badly;

I fudged the middle part, too;

I think the end's a beginning;

I know, this, you knew.

 

I'm up to a scotch and soda;

I'll drink tequila, true;

I'll sip at merlot or vodka;

I'll drink--with or without you.

 

I know you doubted immensely;

I saw you had reason to;

I tried at oozing integrity;

I also distrusted you.

 

I think the world's fantastic;

I see that it's ugly too;

I view it a work-in-progress;

so I--like it--continue.

 

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