The weeping weak.
but none of them taste like you.
I smell you on my bed sheets,
bringing back burning memories.
He said "Thanks for the love and all the heart ache"
I said "Welcome to the real world."
Seeing you for the first time,
threw eyes sown shut.
Touching him reminded me of you.
Cold hearted to the core,
nothing like the sobs of the weak to put you to sleep.
I drank you down,
but only for a moment.
thoughts of you flashing by like slidshows,
as the room spins in unison.