sometimes i can't remember where the days went
that turned last night
into last month
into last year.

i don't remember when i went from admiring you
to having a crush on you
to loving you
to hating you.

all the days and thoughts just blend together
pretty like wet paint on a pallet,
just as mixed and mangled.
a story board of us
in just a few
colors.

help me find a way to turn those yesterdays into todays,
and remind me where last years touch went
and why you can't say my name anymore.


can someone tell me what turned perfectly happy into
perfectly fuckedup-messedup-tornup-beatenup bullshit?