⚓ Captain ⚓

Me vs the world. Troubled times whilst my mind sits in squalor. When did I become this reflection? Where’s Jasmin and who am I waking up next to? Twenty four is wasted years when nothing could go right. To my dearest friend, I need your face In conversation and looking through the past: though you always said the future is all I need. I want to wake up with the brave heart I held before you ruined me. Don’t be so conceited; you’re nothing more than three books and a line etched to my skin. My love sleeps long hours facing the door while I lay awake all night pondering significance in philosophy. I’ll take my life back, get out of my head. They keep giving me lithium, though my vice is buried in seroquel: I’d last forever without doubts if only a prescription changed. You cursed me with this feeling of coldness. My own flesh is rotting around bones which have mended from worse than this. Find me, the captain of this ship whilst you sail under false orders from a mutiny of Marxist beliefs. The anchor will always tie you to me, whilst you will always stop me from sailing away. Whilst you will always be my last thoughts in this menial state of erratic behavior.