1) we fucked.
and im sorry because i know
when youve had such bad luck thats something that cuts tohat the bone
and im regretful because i know
that when you pulled my hair
you had venom corsing through your swollen veins
your muscles were warm and your arms were tense
you knew where you were
you could easily recite your exact coordinants
on this map like life
and you noticed i didnt say a word
i love you even though you dont know enough
about me to know that this fecade is only a bluff
because i am just a red dotted line that you lightly brushtough
as your finger traces paths that you dream of
your anticipated "tomorrow"s and your dreaded "i want to go homes"
but you never turn around and i can only
watch in crimson silence
as your hand brushes bast every red dotted
just as it had once to me.