Saint Patrick's day
Two whiskeys six beers,
Getting ready for the night.
I wasn't ready.
My phone buzzing
Like a hummingbird
Stuffed in my pocket.
Suddenly I have friends,
It's so overwhelming.
Feels like getting cancer,
I hope it was a misdiagnosis.
Then I saw you.
I'm used to it,
But it's always just a ghost.
Tonight it wasn't,
And I wasn't ready.
You were buried years ago,
But ****, you smelt the same.
As the day I threw the dirt on you.

She had sunflowers in her eyes,
And enough sadness
To water them for eternity.
She waited for a prince to save her,
But when he came,
He couldn't even save himself.
So from the tower they fell
Praying for heaven
But finding nothing but hell.

When I peel my body from yours;
I'm left with a feeling
That I shouldn't..
But still I am leaving.
You, and my heart;
To which I depart.
Left with a feeling
I burned at the start.

It's been so long
Since I've felt purpose.
My gritting teeth my alarm,
To awake to yesterday,
And the day before.
Sleep has left me
Like everyone else
Left with a twisted image
Looking back on
Myself.
I pull a smile back
With the rim of a glass
Full of fire.
Can't the end come,
Yesterday, or four years ago..
I feel the hours
And days leave me
Becoming a sick comfort.
The only one I have
These days.

It's strange to see
My bed without you.
Even stranger
I ever let you
Lay there at all.