I tried to understand the things
you screamed to me that night.
They didn’t make sense then,
still don’t now, useless fucked advice.
I tried to understand you, and everything you did.
It’s clear that your intentions withheld the evidence.
Claims of recklessness, and negligence,
I’ve no lawyer, no defense.

But I know now, that all throughout, you didn’t want me there at all.
You wanted someone on which to place the blame.
For every choice you’ve ever made, every pill that you ingested.
Expected me to stay, when of course it killed the flame.

Did you keep yourself alive,
during all our time away?
Did you realize that what you have,
it can never be replaced?