lead and
master the
deaths and
others

she put the sin in sincere

I exhale smoke and my feelings for her into the atmosphere

did you even love me? that part’s unclear

the damage she left was severe,

I revel in knowing I’ll forget more of her each year

I present to the world
my impossible
portfolio
of poetically painted
impressions.

You ever look at a message and don't open it
Because you know if you do
You'll have to respond
And you just dont know how to



Right now