On days like this,
I’m really glad I didn’t kill myself.
I’ve thought this every day ever since I met you, I knew I was sorted, the dread wasn’t for nought.
Arrrrrhh but though there yet be fights fought.
I’ve really struggled with who I am and who I wanna be.
Lixy 2.0, cruise Alex, but definitely not the old me.
I’m trying to be brave, not in a masculine warrior way but the unmasking worrier saying; I’m scared.
I’ve declared it, shared.
The dark was starting to creep in, the way a shark darting towards a pink cloud meets limb.
Razor teeth sink.
Thinking about it makes me feel sick.
Gladly I wasn’t ravaged by a bigger than average savage.
I pulled out of the dive,
ejected,
‘good chute!’ kinda vibes.
almost could make you believe in Jesus.
…Christ.
*angels in chorus*
Thank whomever the fuck you want,
our good old days are before us.