I suppose you were always leverage. Something from which I could spring
to the next level. A tool. I was always unfair, we were always unfair.
You were always used up. I sucked you down and moved on. This was never
what we wanted it to be. You were the next step on the staircase, and I
climbed you with muddy shoes. I should have walked softer. I should
have, I should have. I should have done many things.
(composed in 60 seconds at oneword.com)
No comments:
Post a Comment