December stayed the same. Nothing every changed, but you. Every dream, covered in dents. Love can’t fly tonight. Couples will rest, I’ll be sleepless. So cry yourself to sleep. This isn’t about broken hearts. This is about me, bending again, for nothing. I’d run to you, but pain awaits. I’m coming home, but I’ll be late, no deeper than imagination can be, sight with nothing to see. What’s faith, if I can’t believe? It’s everything, a cure, but I make it a disease.

God take me because I hate me.