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A short book of poetry about my struggles with addictions, self-destruction, and losses. |
| i live inside the pictures that are painted in my mind, but the colors start to run and i've no place to hide. it seems like yesterday we laid upon the grass at night watching shooting stars divide the sky. we thought it was a sign from God, that what we had was truly special. celestial as it seemed it simply wasn't meant to be. to tell the truth, i loved the taste of sin, i'd chase it with a pint or two until eventually i loved the taste of sin more than i loved you. in your element, i cast you to the side, held you under waves until the beauty ran and died. i never meant to cause you pain, i was caustic to myself and others. i just pray that from time to time you remember when we were lovers. |