I go outside to sit on the steps,
and fumble in my pocket for cigarettes.
I flip the top and start thinking
about her, and my great regrets.

I hate thinking so I begin to look
through my pockets for my matchbook
and my heart starts sinking
as I find the torch I used to use to cook.

It was my utmost favorite flame,
yet whom other than myself is to blame?
We were in love while drinking,
yet when we burned it was always the same.

The same days and,
the same ways;
the same daze and
the same, weighs
heavily
on my heart,
in my brain.

She loved me, yet I was unsure
of whether or not to endure
my ego shrinking,
and becoming impure.

Fate betrays you
if you relax, it's
not worth the risk.

I'm just happy
that her throat
has good grip.

Oh you happy lass,
It'd be just lovely
to watch you cry.

And just make sure
that you look me
straight in the eye.

Look how I care
Look how I pour
Look at what I share
Look how there's more
Look at the newsfeed
Look at internet ******
Look how people breed
Look at ISIS gore
Look at mirrors
Look for new wars
Look beyond years
Look at the poor
Look for your peers
Look inside drawers
Look behind you
Look down at the floor
Look nothing's new
Look at the front door
Look for the parts
Look inside your
Looking-glass heart