Scraps

You don't belong here,

where the corners of my mind get foggy and cloudy from the ghost of you,

you don't belong here anymore,

where the room seems so big that it could swallow me whole.

There's no air for you to breathe,

you should say goodbye to the precious oxygen,

sitting next to the only demon you know,

ready to exorcise the evilness from your heart.

You may have been the worst,

you may have been pure darkness,

but I drank from your innocence,

and I tricked you into believing that I was innocent too.

Lovely eyes, lovely fall,

keep collecting scraps,

you should just die.