All i ever wanted to say was that i was sorry

I have never felt it as painful as it was, treading through my veins

On days where i'm making coffee, or rolling memories and smoking them,

I'm sorry about you trying to collect my melting frame

Into your hands

I keep leaking, always had

It was not your fault lover, that i could not tape up
All the gooey open wounds on my body
For staining your hands whenever i held on too tight,

This is me, I stain and i remain 

 For people still have to explain
why they smell so vividly of me
S t i l l 
After all this time

I breathe, in some form or another