you can be just a memory, a fitted cap that mom can't bear to take off the rack but I just see you likewise gathering dust
there's more than those bars and those guards and all that concrete and razor wire between us, blood thick enough to become a snare when pooled
all these accidently laid traps and I don't think I'll ever forgive you for leaving me chewing my leg off there in the brush, I'd still die for you like I did like I even had a choice but really it's the thought that counts, right?
sometimes I can't think of a single good thing when I see your face
I love nothing in you anymore but our shared history and the years I let you cut your teeth on my youth
I know I say it a lot but fuck you
I'm not even angry anymore just wary of want that devours the best of what I have to offer and I'm empty for you
full of love and life and hope and completely empty
for you







