light stained my face the color of your smile and my eyes were sharp and unrelenting while his face screwed into something that only mental patients know how to describe. there was a knocking at the inside of my head that got the best of me, and i tried to warn you about this, remember?

but my hands are cold and my smile is disease-ridden, she looks at me, and I want to cry,

speaks, you took every good moment I remember and stained them black.

i've tried everything from taking fingernails to my shins(teeth, bones, nerves, scalp) so maybe there would be an influx of endorphins in by brain that would put me to sleep,

but,

instead there was a boy hanging from my ceiling and trying to speak poetry while the material of his shirt twisted into the epitome of sleepless nights and I wasn't the only in just combat boots, underwear, and a tanktop smoking a cigarette on the boardwalk between reality and the 'unnamed color of your eyes'. Apparently, they were all too many shades of grey for you.

spikes are sticking into my throat like I was cheese on a dinner plate and I feel as if my thoughts are clouded with way too many memories and i'm flood(ed)ing with the nostalgia only smells can revert you back to. there was a way to block everything out once, and I utilized it quite faithfully; one eye shielded, the other closed while a melody flickered behind my back.

one minute i was standing in what I thought was your world, and when i looked up it was the middle of May and I was okay with this because you weren't here and I was allowed to breathe for just a moment.