since I met you,

my feet haven't found the ground,

like gravity has a chance,

i still wonder if you'll keep me around.

all these words on my skin,

like they mean a **** thing,

nothing changed;

you're still that thing in your skin.

realizing im too drunk to cry,

i might be too foolish to die.

thirty times, beg you by my side,

then you took your own life.

gave yourself a clean getaway.

i never thought i'd be alive,

long enough to see you smile,

but i was, i don't know why,

this ugly one regret of mine:

you saw me at a younger time,

i thought i'd never be alive.

how many words,

can express what occurred,

i still think of every thing i heard,

they aren't mine, but i learned,

every thing i could burn,

never was mine or yours.

i follow light that is lifeless,

texting cancer to my friends,

facetime a lover I've never met.

you got drunk on an app,

now you have kids,

but i'm in a room,

still learning how to live.

disconnected from my age,

falling further from my kind,

but in another universe,

the stars are aligned.

summoned by denial,

replaced by a tree with initials,

sun dials drying in the wind,

seeking a midnight sin,

are your arms made of love?

or do they spin constantly,

like a slow-growing currency?