P.s.

How did I get to see you
the way you really are
not like in your photos,
immaculate, but boring.

In a foreign land,
where I should have never been
so messed up inside and out
so open and yet so empty.

It burns to see you in this web
of drama and puffed up plans
You're so cool but I can see your truth:
You don't hide it from my ache.

We were never meant to be this way
this facade of darkenness
In a pit of relentless shit
why can't we just make amends