A crash course with life,
So many times the victim to words, everything they say just hurts.
This poem was a really hard one to write the last section for. I'd found the first two parts on one of my online accounts the other day and, knowing who it's about and what really happened, I decided to add to the original two sections I'd written almost two years ago now. The shift in thought is the particular focus I had in mind when writing this–a sort of growing up and moving on, realizing that yes, he could have chosen not to do what he did, but some choices I made gave him that opportunity to begin with. In some ways that very last line represents that. Reading it in context, I do mean to convey that he was sober at the time, but I also mean that I sobered up from the sort of daydream-like feelings I convinced myself I had at the time.