A Note on the Curb

I am a fool, i am an idiot,
For thinking about you,
When i should be thinking about my future.
Yet, i cannot think of my future without you.
In my deep pit of darkness,
You were the only light to bring me up. You are the little thread at the bottom of Pandora's box,
That will see me through every evil i may come across.
And now, as our paths diverge
I wish you the best.
Where I do not see the future, the past appears,
And it is a long slippery slope
Of pain and torture.
Until you hop across my path again.