isn’t it kinda funny how the tables can turn just as fast as your eyes burn between my thighs; and isn’t it funny how your lies can pacify my pathetic cries just long enough for you to jump the gun and run and hide so you wont have to face that you’re the one responsible for all the fears in your life?

your apathy leaves me with no sympathy for your lack of compassion. only with unfamiliar feelings of resentment and passive aggression and a taste of regret that lingers in my mouth like the foul taste of this cigarette called rejection.

and these heavy-hearted thoughts weigh on my mind like anchors on a line in the middle of an ocean filled with all kinds of drifters afloat. All waiting for their time of salvation or vindication or inebriation or whatever choice of poison floats their boat.

and these poisons of daydreams turned nightmares send chemicals to receptors so eager to receive, so eager to believe that those daydreams still exist. but this haze you’ve left me in leaves me amidst the hardest thing i’ve had to face in my life, and its me.