#mediocreanddelirious

born out of a great need to escape to replace our (desperate) wanton love affair was filed under ‘things that should not last’ although in three am conversations and four am confessions and five am ‘it’s-too-late-nows’ and six am ‘maybe-too-earlys’ i brought it out of its box coaxed by your attention to detail liquid courage solid stupidity i fell asleep you fell into this pit where no one comes back alive i filed you under ‘new hope’ written in red ink stamped with an expiration date i knew we weren’t going to last god i hope we didn’t this is the worst kind of Cinderella story the wrong kind where fingers turn into barbed hooks and my arms are a cage that gives you a fear of cramped spaces attached people i can almost feel the shards of a glass slipper breaking skin they try to keep me away but i push on i’ve wrecked myself worse for things — people far less than you Based on this text post from a friend: