well i guess that i’m sorry for loving you too hard,
you hate my honesty
& i guess that i’m sorry for being so far
out of your league

you know what this means
you know what’s going on
how do you feel 
to know that i am gone?

how do we function when way back you burned your bridges down
all memories & ghosts 
& my hydroponic weed means more than your sex now
i’m choking on my bong

how much was real?
the sacrifice was yours
fucking to heal
the outcome’s always worse

i guess you thought that i was dead
when would i feel or breathe again
rose petal flowers on my bed
i bleed in pain

how much was real?
the sacrifice was yours 
how do you feel
to know that i am gone

Crying for Daisy