It's been about two hours,
And the words cloud my thoughts like a blur,
"The 39 days I've been with you were hell,"
Darling, you know all too well how it hurts.
But if I'm the worst thing that's ever happened to you,
How come there was nothing but kindness in those beer-cold eyes?
If I was your doom, how did you tell me I brought new meaning to your life?
If my existence makes you so sad, why are we having this conversation?
And if I'm such a disgrace, why even clear the air of misinformation?
So if you've been sad these whole of 39 days,
Why not end them sooner?
And if I mean nothing to you,
You can go back and pretend you now love her.
If that time was so miserable,
Why did you come crawling back to me?
If you wanted to make it killable,
Why did you gift life to me?
If 39 days were hell,
Why did you extend your stay?
If 39 days destroyed heaven,
Why didn't you stay away?
Why didn't you let me think you strayed?
YOU ARE READING
smoke oxygen.
PoetryYou were my oxygen, Now I just want smoke, You can stare death in the face, Now I want your memories to go. Your mom's okay, your dad isn't, just call him back, I don't want to say a single word about them, So I'll just stop at that. If I was oxygen...
