I listened to what you said

it wasn’t what i wanted to hear

lessons lit up by ghost covered trance stares living unaware of their bare bone throne caving in when i call home it isn’t that way anymore

you hit the floor while knowing what was in store for us to feast without the burden of conversations discussing passing clouds dig in now it can’t be found the view made breakfast and i left that morning. it’s so weird. multiple times a day i couldn’t imagine falling into you and the smell of that cabin where i died