The happiness left like the smoke from her lungs and vanished in the air. The only thing she could feel was her insides burning, as if she has never burned before. But her heart had been on fire more times than she could count. Even with fire-alarms ringing she did not stop, and at night when her eyes were drowning, she would empty more bottles than she could count. She would drink until liquor started pouring from her eyes. She left a trail of ashes and empty bottles, leading to her newfound happiness, only to never be found.

*When it was too late she wanted to be a mathematician.

I say your name in my sleep
I see your face in my dreams
My heart, just like bed sheets
Is coming apart at the *seams

As I spray on the last drop of cologne,
I wish the ounces of love in my heart--
The ounces still left and kept there for you,
Would disappear
As fast as my cologne ran out.
My cologne was saved up for special events.
And so I question
Why I'm still keeping you,
When I am your empty bottle anyway.

Slowly kiss away the mould on my soul.