(this is about me, present day me)

It’s always about him,

every thought, and every breath.

These feelings are putting me to the test.

I’m no longer sheltered in the nest.

Very smell is you,

every thought is about you.

I cannot do anything without you on my mind,

“it’ll go away with time,” when?

I can’t escape you, so I’ll pick up my pen.

It’s a constant cycle, Richard.

Just tell me if you like me back.

I can’t tell you first.

Seven days clean turns into zero,

one month sober turns to zero.

Save me from this pain,

before the weed pumps my veins.