it's not that i remember you
or maybe it's i forget

there's a blanket of cold
i wrap around me
numbing my icy skin like addiction

can you feel
this bleeding silence
unchartered destruction
the gaping hole
that beats like a drum
and i march slowly

will you see the buzz of lights
that surround us
while the world is
sipping on someone else's wine


i ache to tell you
(the back of you)
that i want to feel
the carelessness of seventeen
and the dreams
you promised

hurry
before it's too late
before the blue gray fog
sputters its last breath
and the tide
crashes over our chins