In my attempt to write you a song
I realized why you left me.
Can we both take a moment,
To light a fucking candle?
The turning of a door knob,
The stepping of your sandals.
Sacraments of the diary,
Trafficking of my pills.
If the word would keep my mouth,
And the blood flow from my heels.
Sickened by the thought of me,
You have yourself a drink.
You're not the girl in the mirror,
That girl doesnt blink.
If my hands could keep my side,
And your bones would keep its skin,
Your flesh would appear more alive,
And we would never end.