I swear you made my heart beat. And my blood move. You made it easy to live. You were the only reason I needed. I followed you down and I met your pretty friends
and I saw them do their pretty drugs on bathroom counters in places that became like home. And when you smiled I smiled. And when you moved the world I felt validated.
And we carried each other and you never let me down. And I met more of your pretty friends and their buses they called home. And no matter how bad it got, I always had you.

I don't know what happened.
Sometimes I feel like I've lost you.
You're friends are still around. But they aren't so pretty anymore. And your skeletons still litter my house. Beautiful dusty strings and wood and metal. Waiting.