the room was smoking
i thought i was hallucinating
but then i realized
there was a cigarette in my hand
i don't know what i'm doing anymore.
i was walking up the stairs
and i thought i was hearing voices
until i realized
i had left the TV on.
I don't know what's real anymore.
once the realest thing in your life is stripped away
these things happen.
i was
the chipping paint
that you didn't want to look at anymore.
i was the layer of ice
under a beautiful snow
misleading
imperfect
and apparently blind
for thinking
i was looking at
the person that
would save me.