oh how the smoke curled over your eyes
your lips wrapped around a cigarette
oh Death
why do you do this to me
oh blessed ones
am i painful to hold
and her lips touched mine
smelling of marijuana and alcohol
and all those lovely little things that we would come to regret
oh Death
i wrote this letter just for you
so if i shot myself tonight
or crashed my car
off the edge of a bridge
would you care
would i even care
or would we find ways to move on
and grow past it
i must admit sometimes i wish you
would find the strength to grow beyond me
if i left
but other days i wish
that i sustained you
that you need me
i cannot be both
and i am likely neither
so darling i'll exchange this gun for a cigarette
and i love you
oh death
