Ryan’s helping me again.

I’m trying to be funny;

Maybe he’ll help me again.

Because I’m damming up the river,

Hoping I can come back to it.

Oh my little empress

I’m going to make sure

Everyone hears your story.

I swore that to you,

Staring into your blind eyes.

I wanted to remember everything

Because this has to be

More than just a story.

Memories are cruel

That they interpret

Our past with a bias to the present.

That means the joy you gave me,

Only illustrates the desperation

I’m feeling now.

But where else can I go?

Maybe its not the same,

But I’m swimming

In whatever you can call this.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Dedicated to a good friend:)
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