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You were vodka disguised as water; too much to my lips, and I became sick.

and now I’m stuck here, pondering, how the walls became a veiny sight- (could the cause be me calling out your name in the middle of the night?) and alone I stand here, wondering, how my feet got nailed upon this floor- (do you hold my ankles like an anchor does the shore?) and I know it’s been thirteen years since you were here at all, according to the hash marks carved upon the wooden wall but I can’t let go of our memories, that haunt me everyday so for now, I’ll let the doc declare: Insanity needs company.

cigarette smoke and alcohol the fumes embedding in the wall cocaine lines in bathroom stalls: our generation, we have it all misguided teens, with dying dreams (poured down the drain by languid veins) the clinking of glasses and racing hearts, we cannot stop what we did start it's all an escape- a sick paradox: we're running from ourselves.

i.  let's ride off    in your car, half past six (and we're still wide awake    ,    we can make this work.    let me    save your life like you saved    mine.    let me    put out the flames your    pack of cigarettes left smoking on    the floor, the floor i just    cleaned. ii.  let me stare into your eyes until    they close,    let me watch you fall asleep,    let me    stay with you as long as you'll stay with me, because we both know    that nothing lasts forever,    and your life will be a little shorter, so iii. please, let me    touch you before you go,    let me see you    underneath    your shadows(let me

don't tell a broken girl with grief pouring into the juts of her cheekbones, hunger suffocating into the curves of her ribs, that her eyes are made of moonlight and her hair was weaved from sunshine when you are light years away and millennia too late