Its come to an end, I guess.

Out world is crashing down.

I’d like to say I’ll be fine, and

Live inside your memory.

I’d like to rot away.

Apathy burning from the inside out-

Decaying alabaster skin.

I would live in the world we made together,

But I’m afraid its just too small.

Or maybe it was never there in the first place

& all we really had were:

Random moments of delirious happiness,

Confused laughter blended with smiles that

Never really reached the eyes.