i’m sorry to my future lover.

i think i’ve broken a heart that doesn’t belong to me.

a heart trapped by the ivory bars of my own rib cage.

It's a dream seemingly
Am a fad unclean
She's air in my tar filled lungs
I spew bile
Cleans my teeth

Rancid sweat
Smells so sweet
***** smells just
The same

My sky is always grey
Her hair is as expected
The drain overflowed
With excrement

She looks at me with
Eyes dripping of love
I look back
And  just know

Someone once asked me,
"Why do you always insist on taking the hard road?"

I replied,
"Why do you assume I see two roads?"