"don't believe everything you read on the internet, it might be seductive"
repeat the unspoken thinking design. a forlorn apology. speak to me in syllables and apostrophes, dearest. your false sense of touch on stoplights left a smear on the road where you lay. desolate and youthful. loneliness kills the cold seeping from below and fogs thoughtful windows. or is it daylight savings time where you sleep? fearless from the letdown of ashes where roses once blossomed, i kissed hands of ruin and laid you outside third floor windows. your perfume. Led Zepplin on the radio, blowing through the trees and powerlines. it burned me. it burns me in awe now. those ashes. they are free. we were air - jet streams across empty sky where only eyes could reach us. crying. an excuse for an accident that doesn't exist anymore. wish for another trigger to that gun you call envy. hallow and pointed -the smoke rising from the back of your head. jealous freak of artificial nature. i can't be buried like an unpaved road you didn't remember to exit. yesterday is forever. i hope you choke on hot coffee listening to silence in a ford focus. you'll then feel how it is to live me.