Around this time last year I remember thinking I was better off dead. I watched my closest friends bare their teeth and become enemies. I watched my name go up in flames, and I held the match. I spread across the city’s gossiping mouths like a vicious plague, I was cut down to size as my heart strings were pulled from every direction. I’ve forgiven everything and forgotten nothing and some things got better but most still haunt me in my darkest dreams. I’m glad a few came back, I wish the rest would go away. Their ghosts haunt this entire coast, and they’re always trying to drown me in bad intentions. Every piece of my heart I never was able to retrieve runs rampant through all those new England towns and cities. You’re all still waiting for me to slip, expecting me to fall, once again from grace. Keep watching, because I won’t do it.
