6-23-16
Today I met dirty walls
And was reminded of your smoke,
And oh god it's only you,
It's always you.
You're the last breath I take
As the ceiling goes hazy
You're the thoughts that
Crawl into my head in
The darker hours of my
Sadness.

His intellect was apparent.
But his bloody fists couldn't get
Enough of bad, bad decisions.
Bruises and jealousy
Lurk behind this paint,
I see it.

High on imported marijuana,
Your voice always holds a laugh in there somewhere.
You lost your job and you're
Going to kill a motherfucker.
I don't want to stay.
He can't stay within himself much longer.
He's been cheated on tonight and she fucked up.
But how could either of them love the things he's done anymore?

You burned yourself down.
Your apartment is empty,
We used to sit on these floors and listen to Trapt.
It'll never not smell like smoke.
We've all been trying to carve you out
But my veins must fucking love you.
I hate that I saw any good in you.
That shouldn't have happened.
None of this was supposed to happen.
Where did your energy go?
- (m.m)