Sweet tea and nicotine
used to roll in waves from your skin.
A flashlight and a red jersey
was all I wanted from what was left.
But serial killer documentaries are burned into me
and my love for spicy food and chilies
I know I got from you
I only eat a crunchie when I want to dream of you
You bleed through my veins
and you live in my brain.
You're gone and I don't have a single thing
to remind me of you.
But when I breathe I smell you
and when I think I see your face.
You're gone
but you'll always live past where I can see.
In memory.
- For Joey
16 / 10 / 23
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Alive
PoetryIt is an ugly beast to have to have to tame. Sometimes the easier thing to do instead of learning to tame the beast, is to learn to understand it and move with it. It's a roller-coaster of pain and anger and confusion, but once in a while, it's Aliv...
