Was it your attention?
Your attraction?
Your essence?
Your vernacular?
Those eyes?
I cannot pinpoint the attribute that jilted my ashen heart's cracks and joints into realising that it wanted you more than a steady blood flow but I can tell you that you need to leave.
Now.
Before
You're
In
Far
Too
Deep
To
Remember
Why
You
Came.
YOU ARE READING
Suicide Sky (SS 1)
PoetryTRIGGER WARNING emotional exhibitionism; raw, unfortunate honesty. non-fiction. includes songs and significant lyrics. this is probably shit.
