to you & your world back home.

i'm slipping.

yea, i think this time
it's safer than ever to say
i've lost my grip,

and i am not going back
on that road...


it costs too much.
takes too long.
hurts real bad,


& just plain feels wrong.


so i pull a match out
from one book of the places
i knew in my past,

light & exhale the bitter swirls
that once intertwined the ideas
you and i had...

in a shitty bed
in an even shittier house

that i'd never consider home.


(i could never consider you home.)

(not if the world or my words depended on it.)