I want to erase most things.
But not all things.
Some of those things fuel me.
They write songs and put food on the table.
They fuel the many connections and plans for my future.
But if I’m setting up a stage for you like a dinner for two
I’m cheating the audience, I’m lying to them as if I was lying to the past me and you.
You’re a dirty little secret.
A knotted piece of paper.
I want to erase you so bad.
Perfect little lie.
You built up so many to pull a block.
Watched it fall in a beautiful let down and acted like the damage was never your fault.
Some days it still stings and tonight is one.
I look forward to sleep and a new sun.