SHE WAS CUTE ENOUGH TO BREAK ME

 Is it years days or months now?

Everything feels surreal buts it's so unreal.

Nothing's sane.

Illogical, would be the best description.

Mental state's in shambles.

Picking up pieces trying to clean out the damage.

It's a lot though...

So it's taking quite a while.

Let's wake up,

If you're reading this and feeling it,

Then you're probably  already awake.

It's been years, days, months.

Lost track of time overtime.

Wondering when it's going to be time.

In space, times an illusion,

It passes but you're much too cold to feel it.

Love's warm fuzzy and intense.

I got enough to finally make a blanket.

It's been years, days and months now.

It's still all fuzzy but a few pieces are clear.

I'm sober so I'm sure my thoughts are lucid.

But with this much time, my sober state's done more damage than good.

It's alright though.

Cleaning up the pieces.

A few shards of glass here and there.

Priceless limited edition emotions shattered.

But it's alright though.

It's going to take a few years, days, or months.

But I'm sure the cleaning will end.

Less damage will be done.

And maybe this time my security features won't shut down because she's cute.