She smelled of hate and abuse. I can recall her stringy, brown hair thrown across my pillow. Her mascara was finding its way down her ghost face, but she didn't even try to fight her tears. She was just as hollow as I was.
"How do you know me..?" she inquired. "I probably shouldn't have come with you. I'm sorry; I should be going." I turned my head at this, and I tried to hold back my own tears.
"It's me." I sobbed. Why had she forgotten about me so quick? Was I nothing but another **** to her? I remembered it all so vividly. Her bony body bouncing on my own.. Her beautiful lips, pressed so tightly together, while she rocked away.
She was my angel; she was my sanctuary.

With hands full of barbed wire,
I squeezed as hard as I could manage.
If anything,
I'd bleed to death.

A fate,
I could live with,
so undeniably horrid.

You frantically tried to clear out your backseat.
I sat there, staring at you.
Was I supposed to start?
I told you I was experienced with consoles.
- You told me my ******* were so pretty.

I'm bruised from your large hands crashing down on my backside.
You told me my ******* were so pretty.

To me,
you're the whisper I find in snow.
You're the emphasis on my "T's"  
You sing me stardust.
You scream me the sun.

Loving you is like trying to explain
dark burgundy of the wine you drink
to the blind.

Letting go of you was just as
easy as realizing my life
was ending from my own self termination.

"I love you so much,
and I'd rather die with you
then without you."

You put your prayers in my hands,
- but you leave your sins in my mouth.