to the world for all I have not done

for the people I have made unhappy by my blind belief that I spoke truth

for ends for beginnings

from nightmares

for the fog that would rarely lift from my eyes that made me myopic that made me blind

for putting blinders on on purpose diving into muck to run from life daily daily run from life bury myself in destruction that made explosions everywhere i stepped.

sorry to have preferred love that would burn and become ash over love that might linger, I felt its heat and wanted that. the heat of hate or ruined hearts like mine.