Are you

upset over all of this?

Or are you

just playing dead?

Adding up the math.

I can blink my eyes

in a sad sadistic fashion

in the hopes itd make you move.

In the hopes itd make you breathe.

Its how disaster

makes me feel.

All I can think to do

is stare and say,

Its OK.

Just one more day

spent tending ruins,

cuz of you.

One more connection

cut off by affection.

One more useless night

spent in this life.

Lick your lips wet,

try to forget.

Jump in headfirst,

who cares if it hurts?

One light flashing,

over guessing.

If not for the life in you,

I dont know what Id do.

Its how disaster

makes me smile.

The thought strikes as nice

once in a while.

One more connection

cut off by affection.

One tank short on gas,

one bullet built to crash.

These broken lungs

have little air left, if some.

The cause and effect

is as simple as a car wreck.

If not for the life, then this thought of you.

Its a stupid thing to think that I wont lose,

when all I want is this:

To be more of the friends that sometimes kiss.