I am a Mess.

I have to admit though.

I liked you more than I liked Nutella.

Just putting that into words,

makes everything so crazy.

That's what you do though,

you put everything into words.

Oh, the amazing things you'd say.

You were my pocketful of dreams.

Bag full of sunshine.

Of course, you flutter away,

like the shimmer in the wings of a butterfly.

And now I am empty.

As the bag,

nought,

nothing.

Tuning into: Turning Tables - Adele

God only knows what we're fighting for.