i am sorry
but i'm not
for my actions and my thoughts
my words are dead
addiction live
to the wind and his smell and the night
my heart drowns in paint under the sky
caffeine pills and wide gazes
when the sun is cold, asleep, white
where constellations dance and trip through my eyes
we stagger through the streetlights haze
sneaking out windows and put your shoes on outside
cigarette smoke into clouds and
knees scraped pink
so i'm quiet
in the house
but when the moon rises
i am out