12-23-23

as i see how torn my finger tips become

i recall how the present wont shift

but while streets burn

i find home

in something i cant remember

tell me whos to blame

and ill help point fingers

but misconstrued vomiting

is words that fall for you

layers of skin the razor shaves off

just how you take off our days

you cna pretend they dont occur

but erasing a calender is irony

crumbling walls build with rounded corners

replacing the past doesnt fix it

im tripping on my nerves

now that youve gone away

dont misuse my words

only i know whst they mean

but confidentiality doesnt hide 

what my truth seeks

caffeinated narcolepsy

isnt it ironic?

you hide behind your finger nails

but i know they are painted

with your guilt

i hand over my devotion

now you own all i am

legal documents dont matter when burnt

they make gorgeous flames

the words shine through

and make a tainted red

the more i write

the more im reminded of

what divided us now

i know you wont hear me

as much as i try

dont forget what we were

i spill out like lighter fluid

drink me up with toxicity 

formaldehyde tastes better

when im behind the steering wheel