the crash and burn.And I traced your words down to every
Last fucking detail.
Watched them spill from your lips, without caution;
And when you tangled me up in your arms
It should've been a sign.
You were knotted and lost and scared and I was merely
A broken branch holding on.
And while you were polluting my dreams
I always believed you were a knight of sorts but
With a faint conflict of interest.
(" you just don't understand ")
And it's not the crash that hurts;
It's the burning.
It's the holding on and spiraling and twisting and falling and screaming and
And burning. Oh, god, the burning.
Gone.And when you look to find me,
I won't be here.
Because the cigarette smoke has spiraled into oblivion
Encased with the silence of affliction.