Crises

Baby, you got the body of a model, and the head of a monopoly dig? So don't get stuck at a job shooting pornography flicks - you're entrepreneurial, I see the gears and I hear the clicks but something embedded long ago prevented you from being able to fix shit within your life.

You see, you may prefer to walk and talk, and slowly run out of breath but I travel in leaps and bounds to the top, openly welcoming death

How many other men would tend to your feelings day after day? It's sad to say I never thought our story would wrap up this way ...

We felt cut from the same cloth, but we snapped out of it.

Perhaps our thread count diverged or we backed out of what appeared to be too good to be true?

You couldn't be you? You made me want to be true, but then I couldn't be free since I accepted you in my life for all the wrong reasons so right to me

At the time, at least

I'd like to be the one who "accepts" your mediocrity but my expectations are high, to no apology

I just can't accept a world without its opportunities

I try to drive us to our best efforts, and possibly attest to our success throughout all of our uncommonly strong experiences, fit to form a prodigy.

A prodigy! You see? Be that anomaly - be the not so sore thumb that stuck out and caused a problem - be the problem solver who slowly comes to blossom as a result of this awesome unintended consequence of life - be the blade, and be the hand that handles the knife.

Soon it'll be time to leave you behind.

I know you'll find your path if you try, and I know you'll try so I'm not worried for your future, but I'm preoccupied with your present, knowing all too well how it feels to be left unattended

As much as I wanna tend to your core, I just can't be that for you anymore.

Maybe we'll cross paths again someday or stay in touch and still manage to collaborate

Either way

I'm moving on with my life, that's all I'm saying, beat me to it

The sooner we get on track with our success, the sooner we can use it