I get:

how could you ever let her go

she was a worlds cheerleader WORLD

she made the best videos of the time and for a decade after

that's like a great dane and a cat

it's like a strawman

wonder what kind of weird stuff he gets into

you think their dead

then I look at her looking at him

and I get:

I wouldn't hurt anyone

even if they did hurt me

i'm a melon

then I decide:

let her go

she's happy

don't be a homewrecker

we had our time

wonder if he's related to abraham lincoln

I like how we're all included in this

reminiscing about the time:

I was god and she was my wife but I made her too strong

making a girl that would be forced to come back to me

but she found the perfect man for her

and she killed me several different times and different ways to get the one she made

who was a god too

older than me and taller than me

and she was always about getting the tallest

then I go to a dark place:

she's never going to talk to me even though we talked on the daily through my mental illness until I sent her a message and she blocked me

on a public account how raw

then I go to an entirely different world where when we have the moments of everyone being together or inside jokes

where the hell do those come from

and in conclusion:

I want food and grape juice

I'm going to think about her on my next taco