When you get high,
Do you miss me?
Is my presence your personal poison,
Your shot of whiskey?
But when you are alone,
And you sip upon my existence,
Does my love taste bitter or sweet?
Was I out your medicine,
Your shot that would help you escape the world?
Darling, I can be that wonder,
Or I can drag you to hell.
It’s up to you darling,
Will you drink me responsibly?
I bite my lip everyday
To leave the words that would hurt you unspoken
Yet I am the only one who bleeds
I have given up on attempting to understanding,
Trying to fathom
How any of this is a question to you
I do not know what is more powerful,
My unquestionable, devotional love toward you,
Or my strength as I stand to the side waiting patentiently for the day you are ready and able to fall as hard as I did,
Or my heart as it aches daily for you to return but knowing it can not show it for you need to find your way back on your own.
“I can’t go on like this”
I sob into my pillow
At four am
While my eyes flutter back tears and exhaustion
Knowing I will wake up
And you still will not be here
I have so many secrets,
How I feel.
This photo is just one crystal on my chandelier now shattered on the ground,
You have seen more of me than you ever will,
Because this captured the moment everything fell apart,
Truly there is nothing more intimate…
You worried about losing everyone
And I was supposedly the one you loved…: