I. I breathed you in. And I held on to. Then you let go. And I was lost.
And I never found my way back
Is this hell?

Because that's the situation I'm put in.
Squeezing my heart into a mason jar for him.
I feel as if I'm in a purgatory state.
Wondering if this is when I'm supposed to start a clean slate.

I'm so damn scared of what could come of this.
If I'll hit a dead end, or find a twist.
I considered a new tattoo
and drowning in Lake Michigan.

Cassandra, when you bleed, do you think of me?
Or should I just leave?
Forget that you're the one that made me breathe.

I wish I could forget the salty air.
And the pretty blue eyes,
and your brown fair hair.

When I looked up
I considered heaven.
What it would take to get me there.

Then I remembered from Sunday school,
all I had to do was care.