I have written everything
       down
Papers with every date documented
my fear is too
  overpowering
to let these words into your hands
So i will grow a garden
of one simple
plant
and place it inside of all these papers
     light the lighter
and watch the tip
burn
every memory you have given me- i inhale
and maybe
i will become so high
i see you here
and maybe i will feel so low
i will hold
you close
even though
i know i shouldnt
but when these tears
burn out the cloud of smoke- i exhale
i return to reality
and hear all the songs play over and over
i will forget
why i ever wrote any of my
own
words down in the first place
when i know that
they arent any of these songs
playing in my head
or on my speakers
and i know you will never listen
so maybe
i will get so high
i'll fall asleep
and hope to not see you there
((too bad i will))