• Mornings
    waking next to you in a
    hotel room
    choking on the fumes from our
    breath combined
    searching for my shirt in vain
    and leaving with your wallet.

    It's beautiful
    the irony contained in this
    morning after
    knowing how you swore a
    year ago
    that I would never be good enough
    to be with you.

    But now we're seeing the truth:
    ___(blank, unconcieved lines)
    But I'm dragging you down with me
    I'm nobody.
    You are trapped and I am free
    In my wake, I'll leave you pining;
    You'll only think of me.

    You meant the world to me.