when i met you all i wanted was to build forests for you,
because thats what you deserve, but now all i want is to lie in the cold, torturing myself on a pile of crunchy leaves,
because you have made me weak
i guess its a shame im just a roach in your garden of self pity
i often dream of being capsized and spat out like debris along the shore by an ocean of my own tears
its the little wars that **** us, its the passive tustles that throw me overboard,
you are water, you slip through fingers but hold up a ship,
shame this ship has 14 bullet marks in the keel

L.P