I know your curves, strokes, moans and bitterness.
But I am still a conqueror.
I will be just fine.
You were the epitome of existence.
Yet I touch myself the same way you do.
A new new form of forgetting:
Teach them what not to do.
I will always have a place in my broken heart for you.
But I can’t fix you or my heart.
I will just set our world on fire.
-Joshua Tool 05/22/17