Crushed

and what of those words tossed around like confetti oh, how we danced around in a trance laughing like children high on some sugar rush, only to crash and burn days after like this. slumped in my chair heart broken and brushed away like so many bones in a grinder after the meat has been gleaned, that's me. here by my lonesome again... take away the smiles throw out the needing of another I will no longer tarry for that you will find me here, with my bottle and pen writing as usual, furiously wrenching from grief and other dark thoughts my new companions of late, give me a shovel show me the grave I will dig my own place to eventually lay, me and my bottle spent ...