collector

compose yourself
get your thoughts down
decide what it is you have to say
because literal or not
whatever it might mean
can't be the worst decision you have ever made

but the liquid left in my lungs still feels foreign
like the stench left from that room on your skin
and its been 1,000 days but i can taste it
slightly sweet, bitter, smoke

we do this every night
still pretending like
we don't know it always ends the same