"you'd better come, come come to me."

[sonicsatellite]

i'm trying my best to keep from
crying or throwing up at work.
i feel like both.
and i'll probably end up doing both.
the last song on your cd is playing.
what comes is better than what came before.
and if things go the way i think they're going to.
it's bullshit.
you're better.
than anything.
before. or after.
whether you believe it or not.
and i'm not sorry for believing that.
even if you are.
i remember when i'd tell you about not being able to cry.
how it scared me.
how i felt awful for it.
how i wished i could show more of myself.
and you'd just always say that
i was saving them up for something good.

well, there goes the first water that these eyes have seen in years.
and you were right.