You remember the last time we talked.
When I yelled at you 'don't shout'.
I couldn't then, but I see it now.
Is this what we thought?
No legacies, beginnings of conspiracies,
Conniving minds and manupulative smiles. 
We crashed and burned in our nomadic lies.

I know it is not something,
ideally you'd like.
A poision ivy vine,
laced around the neck so...