Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god

NO MORE

I don’t want this anymore.
This love I always fall into.
Always with you.
You depress me,
You stress me,
You can also have me
For whenever.
You glance at me
Every now and then but still
I’m not here.
I’m not in your mind constantly,
And even I thought I could make you want me.
I’ve failed,
You should know this.
I have failed for your love,
Because weed and vodka
Mean more to you than affection,
But it’s all good.
It’s okay.
My cigarettes are only reminders
Of how I tried to fit in
With your world…





*From 2001


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