Maybe i will turn out wrong

About everything…

If nothing else,

I can hope for that.


I took you home

I can’t even sit outside my own house anymore

The front steps taunt me

With memories of cold nights

We spent wrapped in blankets huddled close

On those damn steps

I can’t sleep with that blanket anymore

It still smells like you

I don’t even dare to look up at the stars

Because I still remember the hopes we set on them

I can’t taste anything

Or touch anything

That doesn’t remind me of you

And my biggest mistake

Was that I took you home

My only retreat is tainted

You touched every wall

and left them painted

Stained and caked with memories

I took you home

And once you do that

There is no turning back