Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god

Realizing That Year Of Our Life

Your scent leaves trails
Wherever you go.
I indulge myself in your eyes,
But I've since quit blushing.
I've inhaled you once,
And wretched you out,
Too much too soon.
You leave my brain
In a storm of spasms,
Leaving infinitesimal footpaths
For me to follow.
But I've pushed you
And pushed you to
Do the right thing.
And I pushed you away.
Away you go.
I'm trying to cling onto you,
The mistake I pushed off
The ridged edge of sonic youth.
You never obsessed over your hair,
Your clothes were tattered.
You suffered alongside me,
Though my unprofessed love
Died like a torrid flame,
I've never stopped caring.
You had no plans for a future.
No intention of going to college.
Careless as to where you got your money.
And you always had
A look upon your face that
Resonated clueless-ness.
I could never be with you.
I had never lacked inspiration until I
Sat in your pot-smelling car, crying,
As you drove me back to hell.

December 4, 2004
Suge


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