the sky is frosty gray today. gray like smoke from my glowing cigarette.
snow dances on my windowpanes.
the world is a black and white picture.
i lay on my bed, wrapped in tear-soaked sheets that still smell like you,
your jacket wrapped around me.
the roses you gave me are dying
much like my love for you.
i know i promised you forever,
but my forever will be short.
the lights wrapped around my headboard
glitter and twinkle through the blur of my tears.
i still love you.
i am a lost teenager, just trying to find her way.
you are helping me into the dark forest of sadness
when i crave the bright, warm sand on beaches of peace
and softly rolling waves of pure innocence against my toes.
the smoke floats in front of me,
and i feel more lost than ever before.
you've made me lose myself.
i've lost myself in the haze of smoke, where i can see only you.
your sadness is my sadness; your happiness, mine.
is that love? or do you have too much control over my emotions?
these are my feelings. they are not yours to dictate.
i am a free bird. i am smoke floating on the cold winter wind.
i'm sorry.