Long Ways

I’m honest, not flawless

I’m aching, despondent

And I recognize that in order

To have a semblance of a life

I have to write it, someway, somehow

I’m on it, I’m on it

My past is haunted

I have nightmares still trapped in closets

Different homes brought back new phases

I texted different girls, but they all had

The same faces towards me and all of my

Apologies

I ruined good friendships, stuck in bad ones

She met me through our job at market

And I nearly three away that one

Call it Aspergers, call it youth

Or simple cluelessness

I say I’m a long way from getting it right

The truth is, I don’t think I ever will

I never thought I’d have this time

But I enjoy the thrill of life

And the good and bad that comes with mine

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