Dear Ariella,
I'm moving today.
You kept crying and crying
And I told you thinks would be okay for you.
But I didn't say that they would okay for me too.
I lost you once, and now I'm losing you again.
I feel like an asshole.
I would be homeless for you,
But instead I'm moving to Iowa.
Gosh, I think I may need more blades.
-Lucas
