[ october 21st , 2k14 ]
memories of you
rushed into my head again
as we talked about you.
part of me wondered
about you
and how the swing of things
would be
if you weren't wherever you are now
but me being where i was,
wondering where you're at
is just as toxic as it was
months ago.
even with distance,
you're just as poisonous
and somehow,
you found your way into my head
when i want you out
god dammit, quit haunting me.
i know better than you now.
YOU ARE READING
past oblivion.
Poetry"what can i really say?" used to be my words, when i didn't know as much. when i got older, i responded to myself. "everything." now, i realize that i can use my breath to speak on everything in existence, from dust on jupiter to the depths of hell...
