i didnt know regret, and i didnt know how to appreciate something so hopeless until i choked on the darkest smoke you could blow in my face.

my eyes watered because i was gagging, but you shed waterfalls because the maps i gave you were too stained by things like a desire for honesty and desperation for something like a tender touch.

i led you astray, and had you of fallen off of the side of the world i probably would've wondered why instead of noticing that the mirror i stood in front of reflected nothing but a void.