I become afraid
of the sun -- I just wanted
love -- she burned me twice.

the smooth yet sharp mint
of the menthol between my lips
will never give me the satisfaction
that you could

The innocence of childhood
Is stuck in my mind.
I remember that pale boy with the comic books
and bowl cut, black hair.
And how we'd stay up all night together
playing and laughing, innocent.

But then we grew up and apart
and we were no longer innocent.
We found lust and we found hurt,
but most of all we found life.
and then
you found death.

I went to your viewing and you looked so good,
boy who was once a friend.

Sitting on the cold roof of your ageing apartment, I could barely find a fresh breath of air while you abused smoke after smoke.

The taste of ***** so crisp on my tongue and yet it was you, that made me feel drunk.