Remember when we screamed together, baby? Smeared like ink across blank pages, leaving imprints of our souls.

Remember how our breath twisted into the cold night air, leaving clouds behind, miniature rain storms on our own fucked up horizons.

And when you grabbed my wrist in a panicked way, leaving your fingertips in my skin, like fresh foot prints in the soiled snow,

I felt no pity for your sunken, broken heart. Wishing you would disappear into the darkness.

But you came back, like a haunting of my mind, never ceasing to hide in corners, in shadows, and stranger’s smiles.

And when finally, I had rid myself of your stain, your scent, your ugly, twisted hate; still you stayed.

Tell me it was love, baby. Carve it in your skin, spill it from your lips, poisonous.

Lie to me, viper. Sing me lullabies of horror stories. Tell me fairy tales of war.

Sing, baby. So I can watch you drown in your words before I run away.

Before I take to the wind and realize that you were never worth a single wasted breath.

Before I set myself free, baby.

Before I’m gone.