Goodbye Alex. I hope you figure your shit out bud.

so maybe I got my wish and
the true taste of what I dreamt of for so long
has brought the oceans to my eyes.
the deal was the ideal or bust,
not beauty without love,
friends without truth.
dear snake, all the sweet smelling venom dripping from your fangs,
it's overpowered me,
leaving me shaky and sick,
untrusting of too much.