I will never be the same
Without you, there is no escape
Tell me that I was too late
I'll hate myself till the end of my day
I'm bound to break
Is there a way to alter the mess we've made?
Let's take it all back
Let's lock it in the past
Run back to the place where we first met
Where you asked for a cigarette
Next thing I know
You're laying face down on the bed
Not even a letter
I think I could've been better
I found your ring in the dirt
I mastered the skill you wanted to learn
I took responsibility for your actions
If it makes you happy
They're no longer laughing
That's not the reason why you did it though
Still, your death will forever haunt my soul
Forget about our plans to one day grow old
YOU ARE READING
Medicine
PoetryCutting open my heart to pour out how I feel. It comes down in floods of blood as words scatter on the floor in a jumbled mess or a pathetic attempt to explain my feelings. A book filled with all of my poetry. Enjoy the somewhat dark and somewhat li...
