something beautiful this way comes

I use to believe you were magical. Wonderful and unusual. Smart and spectacular.

Then you took what was left of my awe inspired world and crashed into it.

But is ok Mister Trouble.

 I am not bitter.

In fact, I have gotten quite used to being ignored and sleeping alone.

And like most boys you are one in a dozen.

And right now, I am jaded.

I loved my God and I am jaded.

I have spoken into the tin cup and it just echoed back my own voice.

I can not help it if I sound bitter.

But sweet boy I am really tired of the way you cut into me every four or so monthes to see if I still feel.

If I still like you.

Do me a favor boy?

Leave me alone.

Just leave me the fuck alone please.