Red and raw like my heart, pried from your's, the two beating, no longer together, but a thousand miles between them when only yesterday they thumped in unison.

Sometimes I'm not so sure just who I am either.

I know I can't stay here forever

So when he asked about getting high, I didn't think, I agreed. We smoked some good California green. Took three tries to put me in the place he said I should be.

She's incredible, not that she's perfect. But you once said imperfections create character.

Detailed descriptions, abstract ambitions, relevant observations, your's and mine.

I nod, because I do understand. I'm just not sure how to go about divorcing myself from the evil I've already accepted.