sleepy jack

I used a similar metaphor in another piece but came back to me today and it would fit better with this, its basically about how this girl I was with is...a bitch?

Please Don't Confront Me With My Failures, I Have Not Forgotten Them

I was sent a letter today but it wasn't the nostalgic references I had once hoped for, it was a picture of you setting our cabin on fire, the one where I told you were my favorite color, the building was coming down, though you were never one for patience, there was a rot right at the heart, everything I made always took after you, one could say.

In that house I kept everything, notebooks full of poems and framed pictures painted of you, my metaphors of imaginary fields laid to canvas, but those pictures they were painted on a paper too brittle, too imperfect and they began to fade only a year after being made.

You pretended you never cared and I swore it was a lie, but I guess I should examine the colors of your words and see the grotesque combinations, love? No, just a pick me up.

But now i'm just a shooting star, dreaming of taking the cure, right down my throat make it dance with my blood riding shotgun.

Now I walk the burning halls of this house, letting the flames kiss my skin, and hoping in death I will be begin, and you'll never find me here, I hide in the one place you never touched, I hide in love.

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I'm not blind, I believe in you.