Love and Loathing in San Francisco

The most frustrating thing is not having the answers
Wandering mapless
Great for an education
But when all is quiet the clock hands tick thunder
When will we be loved?
I loved you and you sent me away spinning
Citing pain
Tell me more about your hurt
The accident
Your wheelchair
The bleeding that stains all your relationships
The journey we must both be on
No one loves for no reason
I fell deep into a love hole and my first love left me there
To prove I could pay my way out
And now you can’t provide it and I can’t manage it
And the feelings of self-loathing
Match the weight of the chains of limitation we were born into
And must now throw off if we are to be truly free