the dope

it was you,

you who wronged

and it is me,

me who still need

you here by my side

maybe I am the wrong one now

by making a fool of myself like this 

but unfortunately it seems 

that the steam from our bodies

and the arsons we caused 

was a temporary relief for one of us

and it was not me

it feels like I was the dope

and you, the one who wanted a fix 

It feels like I was there to fill holes,

to make see other angles,

as to deviate the eyes from the inside

whose embers are stronger and louder

than what the hell we together were

just look at me

in the bottom of my soul and tell me

that those feelings was not real

that our embers burns now frozen 

I know, it is not just them you run away from