Turtle

You know, I still think about you, yeh of all the shit we went through, the you I once knew, through we how I knew me. Yeh I think about you when I'm still, how we climbed that fucking hill, panting crying sweating suffering, determined that we will be friends, though it may kill us both.

Time passes slowly....

Devastatingly slowly like like a turtle coming out of his shell only to find its he'll outside no all is not well I cried! It's. Alright, it's alright for you with your cosy life and your future wife but hypocrisy is rife in your set of values. Dont you see y pretty how this self made hypocrisy belittles the respect I have for thee? You are so strong and the world can attest to this fact, but I know your ac, I know the self control you lacked, I know why you should be fucking sacked.. 

My strength is inverted and although you murdered my hopes of us I made no fuss, just gathered my rust and cleared y hearts pus and left the pity party on the reality bus. And though it may seem that this beam of steaming hot reality exists more as a duality of choice, You'll soon see that each thought moves scattily in a most unusually linear way.

For you I was almost ready to say, 'hey friends and fam, I'm gay!'..

But that thread of delay has saved the day, 

So.. Uh.. I guess I'd better thank you eh?

Thank you.