The Sum of The Parts

These are the treacherous days
Holding onto things we haven't
Ever the right to hold onto

Someone should have told me a long time ago
Useless is the information now that it is too late to
Make up for the stupidity

Of stupidity itself
For crying out loud

Thoughts that were supposed to remain in my
Head
Escaped without my

Permission
Alcohol does that
Regretting
The decisions made in
Such haste