If I'd

  
  
If I'd

I wear your jacket

when it isn't cold
        it's getting old
          getting old.

The rear view
        spells your name
         backward
                as I reverse.

It's all garbage
        I just can't rhyme
         anymore
                and it's still my ink

injected in my veins
        seeping from my pores
         ground in the salt
                of my wounds.

It's snowing now
        it's getting cold
                 getting cold.

                I need a jacket.