i'm slipping.

yea, i think this time
it's safer than ever to say
i've lost my grip,

and i am not going back
on that road.


it costs too much.
takes too long.
hurts real bad,


& just plain feels wrong.


so i pull a match out
from one of the books of the places
i knew in my past.

light & exhale the bitter swirls
that once intertwined the ideas
you and i had...

in a shitty bed
in an even shittier house

that i'd never consider home.


(i could never consider you home.)

(not if the world or my words depended on it.)

'so i pull a match out
from one of the books of the places
i knew in my past.
light & exhale the bitter swirls
that once intertwined the ideas
you and i had...
in a shitty bed
in an even shittier house
that i'd never consider home.'

That run of words i loved. the memories coming back as something simple as lighting a cigarette triggers the thoughts to swirl through your mind. Excellent. Really made me think as i read it about my life and my past.
Great Job.
Thanks for sharing

"light & exhale the bitter swirls"

amazing.

like you.

smile
Sarah