Hey world, it's just another page in my story;

~Should've Left a Long Time Ago~
I wasn't accepting of your flaws
I was in denial.
You had no flaws to me
perfection in it's truest form.
I was in denial,
no flaws.
That's my flaw,
You made me see mine,
Let me show you yours.
Your complexion isn't so clear,
There's smoke blowing into your direction
Your God has the cigarette.
You make it all my fault,
It's all my flaws but
Your God is smoking the cigarette.

~Comfort Of Company~


My comfy bed doesn't feel so comfy
anymore.
I just lie there trying to feel it's comfort again
and it's gone.
It probably left and got scared;
things tend to do that when things
get hard.
I understand.
You just want your space,
but I don't want mine,
I want my comfort back.

~I don't Know~

You are
Something I don't give a fuck about.
My eyes are tearing
'cause the smoke from my cigarettes
is fading into my eyes.

Smokey eyes.

Your selfish bullshit is on my book shelf
in my mind somewhere.
It's disorganized;
outdated.
I'll throw it all out after you hit me
with a bomb that you'll drop
when you are not satisfied.

It doesn't matter if I am,
and I am,
I'm satisfied
because you are not.
Maybe invest in a dick.