i'll have you know you sting me
with the bitter taste you left in my mouth
when you flaunted your falsities
in the obsenity that poured from your lips
drenched in misconception;
it stained your teeth, your skin, and the carpet
at none but my (seeming) expense
turning your pseudonym transparent black
just like your mind,
your body,
and your soul.
and here, i'll love you for living
but never for beauty
nor respect
nor anything else untrue that you make people think

and you'll fade into nothing
beacuse you're an apparition
of everything lost
and unreal

but i'll still be here in the morning.

we diminish;
fading softly into the walls
of this sour stillness,
fermenting in the hours
of a dark morning.
life will carry your mind away,
hiding your memory in the weeds
for the sunrise to replace
with a certian heartache
(you'll never breathe parchment again).
we all spin and settle in the bottom
of this bottle
like lost constellations
falling in eccentricity
only to realize something we never were.
i would beg you to miss me,
but it's already killing you that you do.

time drips down the wall
soft and stagnant
staining life in shades of waiting grey
and leaving the sensation of heavy eyelids
to a sleepy tingling
behind this clouded view.