how i write

this is part two

and I’m writing this after an argument with the one I love

and then you are there reading my words in search of finding peace

and then it comes to realisation that we all have our stories some are big and some small

but they all important and it almost feels like I am living in a bad dream

somehow I am awake and I am living the nightmare that we created together

this is the world that dreams were supposed to be made of

but by far I am entirely living a nightmare this is far from great New York