My breath was thick with alcohol
She smelled my wavering spirit
and tasted its blood in her mouth
when she kissed me.

She drank from the fountain
pouring over my lips
and it made her a child again,
crying for her mother.
It made her a tired
routine infringed adult
smoking in a bar,
glitter for skin
looking thin and unenthused.

Its fluid convinced her
with prominent toxins and fragments
of the temporary solution, euphoria.

She sky rocketed into oblivion
as I clashed and crashed
with my back on the sidewalk,
crying so much {She} expected the
cement to turn into chalk.

That was a habitual night,
only months ago
before I started taking note
of the lonely strangers
that passed through my life.

Even then it was obvious.
She was overflowing with that
useless truth,
aware of the addictions
that took me under {its} wings,
aware of the deceitful darkness
I obtained {evil} from
Perfect behind a false wall of deceit

When she slept next to me
I would toss and turn,
talking in my {sleep}
reaching blindly
for the invisible body
hovering somewhere in the air
around our {love}.
Its not for her concern, my deamons
are ghosts that I never met.

Now I have no room for her
in my conscience,
I couldn’t stomach her bubbly charm
or perfection in my arms,
for the heart ache is unbearable, im unarmed.

It's too much of a weight to lift,
she'll have to take this one alone.

Don't bother to speak or justify,
just sing yourself free
like you did when you agreed,
when you believed....

Im sorry, I was weak.