beyond.means

missiles
ctrl.alt.delete.

i wish the crash you send me
into
was only so simple to recover
from i die a little
each time
each time we become that much
more separated
upon every restart
and we sift further from the line
that brought us together
we pull
lulled into a false sense of
you can take me for granted
i think not
i think yes
i don't know what to think
given this invest.meant
it wasn't supposed
to be pretty
engaged
i enraged
smug
in knowing yes
failed
railed
and rallied
from the failing bank you'll never
recover from
i've contributed by believing
we.are.salvageable.

i hope this recovery plan
involves subsuming the debt
you've accumulated
lived beyond your means...