the flowers are dead
the ashtray is full
the air conditioner has leaked everywhere
and the fruit flies have made homes in the empty beer bottles
what a beautiful hungover hell
thank you for letting me remember love
and for reminding me
to avoid it at all costs
how beautiful our tempers
and tragic the repercussions,
all is lost before
never be forgotten,
but for the inked scratches on our skin
to remind us,
that love,
can be hell .
i am drowning
in a sea of you
I know this will never be again
this is the last time i will hold you
i can steal one more kiss
and then into the ocean of rage
the depth of pain
it shall overcome me
a regretful sea
to drown
zebrasindenver 