Yes She Can

Been thinking a lot about my terminated relationship. Terminated. So final.

Or at least it sounds final. Human relationships are never so cut and dry.

Been thinking about what I did wrong. Driving in my car to school yesterday morning, slamming down my coffee and wondering if I'm just a relationship fuckup. If I should ever try again.

(Insert existential sigh here.)

NO, I'm not a fuckup. Matter of fact, there's lot of substance here. A lot of shine.

I could comfort myself by saying we both fucked up, which is true, but a cop-out used by people who are afraid of themselves.

Because it's not about her anymore. It's about me now, and whether I can grab my fuckups by the balls and make em teach me something.