Bad days were written into my code. Cold wind blows and cut through my coat and slices my throat like a surgeon with deadly precision. I had a decision to make. I froze. You've been told To treat me like an emergency room When I did what I said I woudn't do Say it out loud or decompose and it was urgency and maroon sliding down my chest and from your nose as we drove down the avenue and you took sharp turns down familiar roads. I listened as you spoke. A composer with no composure, but i think that was just the coke. an "i love you" long overdue, that last bit of closure, and the promise i broke. Your words wrapped tight around my throat, I let it stop my pulse. I suppose i am toxic. Talk sick, cut quick with a razor words stick, proceed calmly out the door it can't be fixed. i wrote it down for you all those years ago.