She had the world
By the throat
She always showed up like that
Ready to pick a fight
Cigarette in hand
“I think the worst thing is you don’t worship me anymore…I have no influence over you. “
I smiled,
“ what actual level of hell do you think I live on?”
“All seven…”
“Damn.”
I lit her cigarette
Isn’t that love though,
camaraderie ?
To set yourselves on fire for one another ?
Get yourself together
The dream is collapsing
Burn all your ambitions down
What we are
We are
Raise a glass
to all the versions of ourselves
Soon to pass
Regarding Samuel 