To the woman I was… thank you. To the woman I am, we are doing great.
i was 17
i didnt know who I was anymore
(did I ever?)
and I sat on my bedroom floor
and I thought: THINGS WILL NEVER BE THE SAME AGAIN.
i held your hand as you took your last breath,
watching you pass onto the next life
and I picked up the bottle
and thought: THINGS WILL NEVER BE THE SAME AGAIN.
my face splattered across the pavement
(for the last five years)
and I watched a life I was scared of
flash before bloodshot eyes
and I laid in a hospital bed
bloodied and beaten by the life I was making
and I sobbed: THINGS WILL NEVER BE THE SAME AGAIN.
but they were
birthdays came and went
(I am 22 now)
I made love
I ate lettuce
I drank tequila
I cut my hair
And life was the same again.
(But now I love it)