I was world weary the day you met me,
and all I did from then was fall.
We built sky scrapers with our intrigue,
which we turned to ashes with our tears.
We grew flowers with our new found wisdom,
and we wilted every petal with our scornful words.
We tried to free the prisoners of their chains,
but we discovered mortal gain…
I would have sculpted cathedrals in your name, if you had spared me a butterfly’s wingspan of your time.
I carved your name into my ankle,
and every night I kissed each letter.
I thought if only I could remember,
maybe I could make it better.
“You can never go home.” The dulled intellect of liquer incubating in my blood stream makes it easier to close my eyes without hearing your voice.
But I see you.
I see the disappointment.
I see the lost trust,
I see that if we had only saved ourselves we could have saved each other.
I can’t see you anymore.
I can hardly feel the pain.
The knife sliced smooth
The blood ran quick
Jack jumped over the candlestick