Pink Noise

I stare at you and light a cigarette,

Beginning our repetitive toxic duet.

Fully knowing I will never move on,

Rightfully hoping we could just get along.


Hot and wet are my streaming tears,

Paranoid and irrational are my fears.

We get past our problems with looming doubt,

We carve out our future with promised drought.


But who could I possibly destroy next,

Who could I torment to death?

This is negative and greyscale thinking.

Smoking, fighting, and sinking.





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