THE WAY YOU SMOKED YOUR CIGARETTES.
Burning your lungs,
inhaling your sadness.

THE WAY YOUR THOUGHTS ROT IN YOUR HEAD.
And how you still denied
yourself forgiveness.

THE WAY YOU HELD ME ON WINTER NIGHTS.
And how your heart
was still colder than me.

AND THE WAY I WASN'T GOOD ENOUGH.
No matter how much
I tried to be.