Sometimes it doesn't recall back
Good drunk high memories,
It torches you in your sleep
And follows you every where you go
Wether you decided to start new,
It doesn't gives you butterflies that
tickles your Tummy it gives you
Ants and other insects that eats you by pieces
Taking small crumbs at a time,
It stabs you not even only in the
heart but the back,
laughing later behind a sad smile
While it watched you crumble and fall
And break and Crack under watchful
eyes that seem like pathetic sympathy,
And beyond and above that
So burn it letting it be as past ashes,
Forever.
-ashes poetry
A/N I was thinking about writing this a little darker lol but no I save you guys from my true but creep writing.
