Poetry

Broken

"It's fucking ironic
How the boy who breathed in smoke
To kiss you hard with stardust pouring from his lips
Was the boy who set you on fir with his cigarette
Breathe
And forget to put you out when the flames
Consumed your lungs
And then suddenly
Your kitchen sink
Was coated red with blood stains
From failed attempts of scrubbing his smile out of your veins
And the only time you could forget his name
Was when you were throwing up your moms
Whiskey
Alone on the bathroom floor
In a pool of your own tears and Puke
And you've never felt so goddamn alone
Now it's been three months
And your sister wonders what happened to your smile
And your laugh
And sometimes you hear her sobbing in her room
Because you accidentally let her see you cry
So you runaway without ever leaving your bed
Because he still loves you when you close your
Eyes
So you scream that you hope that you'll never
Wake up
And then you realize
That when love dies
So do the flowers in your mothers garden
Because she's so afraid they will remind you of
Him
But he is nothing and he is everything
And you never could get his fucking smile out of your veins"