when you said those words to me
you weren't even sober
yet I was the bigger fool
to have taken your words as gospel,
replaying them like they were my favourite song;
as though they were the holy words that would set me free

how fitting of a pair:
the coward and the fool
one hiding behind the smoke
while the other loves an illusion

caught in the turning gyre of your intoxicated words
but you only loved the high-
and I only reminded you of it