I don't know what it is about the blood stain on this concert tee
that makes me miss you..
you with that special baggie..
that always seemed to refill itself,
magically
I shouldn't care, nor do i want to
but yet, i still do..
I mean, despite this demon,
you are still a person too..
and I miss you.
So many songs play as I watch the sunrise
but this time I'm all alone
staring out the window with an empty gaze
maybe it's not even you i miss
maybe it's the devil on your coffee table..
and the taste of it..
