max.

[_paperxhearted]

he will always be my cancer.
there's alot of things i thought i would never change,
never would change, never could change.
i'm sitting in the light of my dark room,
which has/was always too bright for you -
i was always too pale for your liking.
so i'll turn down the lights for your
black eyes and
your cat eyes
and your starry eyes

so go away and smoke another cigarette.
your hands always smelled like ash,
and there were always traces
of static in your clothes from
playing guitar too much.

i wish it would be november, another month
that i stopped caring when i jumped off the bridge
when i hit the water and when i didn't hold her
hair back when she was puking her vodka and how i
let her pass out because electric blankets are
no substitute for you and august.