I've been leaning on my loneliness
For so long now
It began to collapse
And I'm watching the smoke rise
From the things I have set on fire
Like the memories
Of the people I love
And the memories
And the people
And myself
And maybe when I was pouring gasoline everywhere
It had missed me that
This was going to choke
And now my eyes are tearing up
Because the smoke is so thick
And I'm just watching everything Through dark dense clouds
Fall apart
Watching the flames devour everything I ever had
I'm just waiting for everything to crumble
So I can do it all over again
-destructive methods of coping
YOU ARE READING
The Aftertaste
PoetryThese are just a bunch of shitty poems (at least I think they're poems) don't even waste your time
