they always reminded me of midnight skies
and I never once saw you cry until
you shattered yourself against me.
I tried being your friend.
it left a mark.
and your mother told me I was to blame
like my lighter held the flame that lit your fuse
and I refuse to let that consume me.
I see straight into the voids of your pupils.
filled to the brim with assumptions.
did you break your ankles when you jumped
to all of these conclusions?.
you're mindless, near sighted.
the reality that we go to all the same places
is why i left town a second time.