I take some time each day to rewind and peruse my selection of self-deprecating reflections like if a mental hospital had menus. I look through it all and am always enthralled with the idea of something new. But without you the cycle continues. My favorite meal - an entrée of salisbury steak with a side of real contempt for potential mistakes. And the cycle continues. Trapped in myself thoughts bounce and compound Refusing all help I circle the drain and the cycle continues. At the bottom of it all, a rope lands at my feet. When we met I was a lifelong discontent longer lost than not and what we have, I could never expect. The cycle continued. We built our life You help silence my mind Although not lacking strife we leave those things behind. But the cycle still continues. I may be stuck with a nagging self-hate but with any luck you'll be there to shut me up so we can both escape, like brains on a play date. I hope that cycle continues.
I wrote this for my fiancée and gave it to her as part of asking her to marry me. This is probably the piece I’m most glad to have written.
-Kyle
This made me sad until I read the last stanza. You two are perfect for each other and the cycle will continue.
Amazing