Three words,
eight letters.
Say it and I’m yours.
I
thank you.
That’s all I needed to hear.
You were the best. But you were the worst.
As sick as it sounds, I loved you first.
I was a dick. It is what it is.
I happen to kick the age old curse.
I tend to laugh whenever I’m sad.
I stare at the crash. It actually works.
Making amends. The shit never ends.
And wrong again. Wrong.
What else is there?
The true reason I should stay right where I am and not get in the car.