Fingers crossed turned to fingers being pointed.
Pointed, like a piping hot barrel of a shotgun, with another bullet itching to inch closer  
The world had turned.
My world has turned.
Thrown aside for being bruised and damaged
The apple of my eye is now rotting away

Suffocated by the smell of your perfume.  
Feels like heaven on earth.

I miss your intoxicating kisses first thing in the morning.

You’re forever instilled in my heart and my mind.

Forgetting you would be forgetting part of myself.

Simmering between my ears,
bursting into my dreams,
leaving me frothing at the mouth,
eyes rolling back like slot machine symbols ,
Is the thought of time pushing me around like morning commuters on a packed train.

I sit here patently waiting for the green light to glow
so I'll know
We're in the same place, at the same time

Baby you light up my profile!


This screen turns into prison glass
I can only watch

and listen closely

She asks how I'm holding up.
Without batting an eye I truth "like a diabetic drunk trying to balance a bottle of ***** with his nubs."

A broken system,
judging broken men.
Not sparing a single break,
noone wants to understand.
noone wants to hold a broken heart in their hands,
to feel a product of a broken home.