I don't want to watch
your potential go up in flames. Don't
want to see you rewrite your past, flip
your script,change your name. You
go by the middle name you used to hate.
I'm tired of watching your brain
go up in smoke. Bubbling nonsense through
someone's bong, on someone's couch.
I can't watch the deconstruction
of you. I created you too beautiful.
I put too much hope in you. Ascribed
too much meaning onto your successes
and failures. I see mine now.
Clear as day.I missed my window.
I pour my regret onto the page.
My body aches and I'm tired.
Tired of worrying more about your
life than you.
I'm tired of little birds
telling me what I already
know. The state of your
mind. You think you are
getting your head right.
I'm afraid you're getting
it all wrong.
Prove me wrong. Pretty
please. Do it for me.
