3:57 am

3:57 am

When you taste bittersweet nostalgia
Is it my name
Salivating under your tongue?
When a sad song comes on in a dark room
Is it me
You look for in the corners?
Or how about that most refreshing sip of sunshine;
Is it my memory
That keeps you warm in the cold summertime?
Because I know you are all of these things and more
In my eyes,
But your own are clouded with the tears and cum of another
Your happiness somehow has morphed into a stinging mockery of what we used to be
And I hate that

I used to not understand drug addicts,
Even before I tried you,
I had assumed that anything that hurt me was to be banished from my life
But then I fell in love,
Then I understood