Sculpture Water

yeah, fuck it,
grab me two Xanax
for the jimmy road,
because sometimes
sadness comes
before breakfast.

wishes still sit
on chairs in corners,
while our shadows dance
in the background
to left over songs.

explanations given,
explanations not taken,
I'd rather wake up alone
for the rest of my life,

my one heart
on a windy Monday morning,
the clouds moving fast,
and I am selfish
yet full of cinematic hope.

October is too far away,
too many chances,
too many days,
too many excuses,
and where we go from here
I have no idea,
but I like being kind.