“Two Birds, One Headstone”
I’m like the fumes you exhale when you take a drag, I hang around but not for long, I just leave the scent on you,
I barter for your attention, like I haven’t invented it’s worth,
my tendency to lose money and favor working against the hole I dig deeper into the titular sentence,
Swept away as you roll back the credits, I waited till the end but never heard my name, the reading of your lines, something I could never wait/weigh in, even between them,
It’s as if I’ve been cast in these shadows, how should I have known it was a role? Directions to nowhere taking its toll,
I’m like the flowers that rest on your grave, I lie rotting and ignored as a token, and you watch from above or so below,
I never thought that when you finally made a killer out of me, I would be the victim,
I guess I needed help,
I just never wanted it.
-E.
Don’t read out of it xoxo