i. i used to think you were the humming of my veins but it turns out you're just the buzzing in my ears and the cause of all this pain and the remnants of these charred wasted years, and why it keeps getting harder and harder for me to stay sane.
ii. my senses used to flare from the smell of you on my clothes but i'm starting to realize it's not from love or even lust but only 'cause you're the toxins running through my poisoned blood.
iii. keep your goddamn vodka breath out of my face, i'm not interested.
YOU ARE READING
the remains
Poetryspontaneous poetry written while overcoming some of life's many obstacles. ❝i cried tears you'll never see, so fuck you. you can go cry me an ocean and leave me be.❞ ▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁ COLLECTION NO.1 #125 in poetry © wraiths™ 2015
