Complicated

Joseph, 

No one seemed to get it, 

Why we couldn't

Be together

I can make it sound

Complicated if I want to 

But I don't

Who likes 

Complicated girls

Anyway?

The story can be a one liner

If I wanted it to be

But I don't

So I'll make it three instead: 

You and me, but 

Reality 

And Illness.

Who's illness?

Mine. 

I don't even think 

You know I have an addiction. 

Kinda funny when I think about 

In a not-really-funny-at-all 

Kind of way

You were my drug, my medicine. 

I'm sorry. 

I really am, I didn't mean 

For that to happen. 

So here I am 

Forgetting all the 
Songs I sang you 

Recording videos of me 

Talking to your spirit 

Scared of telling anyone 

Cuz it sounds kind of pathetic, 

Doing that, 

But I still feel the need to talk to you 

Tell you things, ask how you are...

And I still love you...

G-d knows. 

He's patient with me. 

So we aren't 

Together 

But finally we are 

Peacefully apart 

And that's really 

How it was supposed to be

I took a bite on something 

I wasn't supposed to eat from 

And choked 

And so serenity 

Seems to come 

Many times 

To visit me

Depression even less

I still pray for your 

Insomnia 

And that G-d help you 
Do your best

Love, 
Ellie