7-27-16

You're spilling gasoline

The smell fills my lungs

And the stars hide their eyes behind sheets of darkness.

Oh how I wish I didn't have to watch this.

"Take my hand, baby"

But only when you're gone do I see the holes in my palms.

I see my self esteem slip through those spaces,

And I'm turning to liquid.

Pretty soon you're snaking through the holes,

Wrapping yourself through my body

In some act of possessive obsession.

My heart drops like the bass

But I'm slamming on brakes

And your voice is shattering the windows

But I'm not listening.

I'm not listening.

Matches seem to release that feeling you've got surging through you,

Because I finally dared to shut you out.

Oh what a mistake I've made

Oh how good mistakes can feel.

You're threatening to cut off circulation.

And the images playing behind my eyelids

Are dark and sick,

Something scarring.

You must've left your shitshow running,

But I can't seem to find the remote.

I

Don't

Know

How

To

Get

Away

From

You

- (m.m)