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Breath of Blame
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August 2012 Breathe you in with moke in a room with dim lights,
where memories of past happiness roam freely every night,
the best time, now at night i sleep alone,
sometimes i find it hard to wake up, the days excitement long gone,
constantly wash my sheets, covers and comforters,
cause the smell alone reminds me of us,
nothing to do but scream at the top of my lungs,
always spend my funds, so i can keep hearing huns,
determined my sermon speaks nothing of lovers,
from high school on i only loved under covers,
pretending to be one thing, i was so blind,
some way i must register what i see in my mind,
as i fall a million miles an hour down,
all i can recall is pain, a frown,
trying to drown all my emotions in the sink,
blaming myself cause i always over think.
