Destroyed love again. Pushed so hard, rode the edge and caught a lip. Bite down hard with no mouth guard and let it bleed. Like Judas, twice betrayer today. Scared on the hill, cowering in panic, of who knows what. But you were there to pull me up. Punched your fist through the sludge that we tried to bury. That’s my girl. Don’t dwell on my mistakes. My complaining, mansplaining, thinking I’ve done it all, do it all and I can barely put together a coherent story. The recipe for the good life. Ride the ledge, catch the lip and turn it upward. Grimpons babe.