I screwed up 

and I got back 

to where I swore 

I’d never find myself again 

 

amongst the ranks 

of fallen men 

that familiar smell 

of failure I know too well 

 

and you move inches 

away from me 

seeing less of what you once 

saw in me 

 

I’m falling by degrees 

you warned me 

there are no 

guarantees 

 

and how I want to be back 

in your graces 

as soon as I can 

face myself 

 

until then I promise 

I’m not enjoying this 

only a little it feels 

too f*cking good to happen again