roadmapped myself *a poem*

i roadmapped by way to a broken.
you drunk happy.
my ears were ringing
and you were scared.

the ceiling crashed up
and fell over you,
oh i wished.

so the mystery unravels itself ...
and it brings me back,
to the day we cried on the couch.

another month, another year
mars fell into a huge black hole.
that is how i feel.

my sweaty hands
as i led myself to a broken
and my steady pace felt shakey that day.

i fell into the floor
and wanted to disappear
i laid in bed day after day ...

my polka dress was wrinkled
and there's nothing more to say.

and the ceiling finally did fall on you.
oh oh my wish.