I play back every last moment with you
I wonder why we couldn't have met now
Because then there was so much we couldn't do
Now I'm just choking on the fumes
I go over your words in my head
I carry them with me when I go to bed
Like a vow to keep, to break
I retrace every mistake
Now I'm more like the old you
Now you're less like me
If I could turn back time
If it only cost a dime
The me that wants you as mine
Would be back by your side
Because now everything you wanted, I can do
And I'm stuck choking on the fumes
It was easy at first
To ignore the sound of your voice in the back of my mind
There was no ache to rewind
Because I had all of my time
But we would've been better friends back then
If I had been choking on the fumes and at the sight of you
Now, everything I can do
I can do what we wanted to
But I can't do it with you
YOU ARE READING
toxins / poetry
Poetry[all my friends are toxic] [but so am I] A white shelf. Rows of blank medicine bottles. You pick one off the shelf and drop it into your basket. Red. Your basket is red. The bottle falls with the sound of rain pound...
