Sour Linen

I'm trapped between your will and our memories

Hanging out to dry with the weight of your words

Pressing against me in the wind



Smells like decay instead of clean linen

Looks like a good thing gone sour

A once inviting home looks like a killer's den


I love you but I can't keep holding on

The friendship bracelet is like wire cutting my skin

You always pull me closer then once again you're gone