ninety six

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chapter 96

alone, I wander down
cobbled streets, lined with smoke
that murders me
the same thoughts

pour into my head,
she loved me so much.
she painted me and no canvas
was big enough

to hold the passion
she fused into the paint
and she told me, last summer
that she would never leave me

it's such a bummer
just as i let my guard down
she deceived me.

drunk in my sleep, i wonder
if i told her that I still love her,
would she make me
bleed again.

through these empty streets
i pray
that we find common ground

cause just as i was getting
close to her

she left

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