Here is the issue…I think this is a low.
This is as far down as life’s able to go.
So, if I meet him, today or tomorrow…
I will suspect he’s in love with my sorrow.
A trauma tourist & PTS braggart;
Unworthy of access to see me haggard.
If they love me now, where were they on they on my rise?
For right now only, I can see thru my lies.
Stuck topsy-turvy & know highs are my lows.
Hope I remember, & forget, at hellos.

