How naive of me.
Finger pricked with blood from the cherry tree.
The pain brings me to reality
Got my mind running track
Finding a way, needing a map.
Fucking my poetry up too,
I can’t even writing about anything but you.
Can stop rhyming either.
Cant stop crying either.
Can’t stop trying either.
Fuck you, for not caring either way.
You just keep on twisting and pulling and pushing.
And I see that shit everyday.
I just can’t see me leaving you alone.
Loving you is like,
Not being able to walk away from a bomb.
Seeing the car on its way
I can feel the impact before it happens
But I just can’t pull over fast enough
Cant pump my brakes to save my life
I wanna scream and get out
But I’m trapped in the flames.
And they burn so good.
I just want to hold your smoldering bones
In my soul.
Let your ashes decorate the skin on my eyelids
So when I close my eyes and die
I still see you.
Snort the ashes on the broken rearview mirror
So when I overdose I still breathe you
You’ll linger in my bloodstream so
When I flex, I can still squeeze you.
Damn, I feel like I need you.
And the feelings not equal.
